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borrowing them. I do not get any profit from this story, don't sue me.
Summary: Cole breaks up with Phoebe at the end of Primrose Empath, and she is determined to get him back. Then Phoebe finds out she's pregnant.
Author's Note: Review Please!!! Cole and Phoebe will get together, trust me! There will be no Cole and someone else, and there will be no Phoebe and someone else. I will put them together.
An insistent knocking erupted from Cole's apartment door at five-thirty. Cole burst out of the bathroom to the door just wearing a towel. He snapped it open to find Phoebe on the other side. She was fiddling with her fingers and pacing nervously.
"Cole! Hi!" Phoebe exclaimed, finally realizing that the door had opened. "We have to talk." She shoved Cole aside and walked in. She was too wrapped up in her thoughts to acknowledge Cole's bare chest.
"Uh, is it six all ready?" Cole asked, running his hand through his hair, trying to untangle the knots. "I could have sworn it was five-thirty."
"Yeah, I'm early, I have to tell you something." Phoebe hesitated to tell him. What would be the consequences? Would she have to see him once a week or more, having to see him with other women? Would they get back together?
"Could I get some clothes first?" Cole questioned, anxious to hear her news. "I have something to talk to you about too." He wanted to ask Phoebe about Brad. Brad was the reason he broke up with her in the first place. Well, that and she was a witch and he was a demon. Cole wanted to ask Phoebe if they could get back together. He was tired of not being able to be near her all the time. He was willing to give up evil for her.
"Yeah, you might want to dress," Phoebe answered with a chuckle. He headed toward his bedroom, and was back out in minutes. He took a seat next to Phoebe and stared at her radiating beauty.
"So." they said at the same time. They laughed awkwardly.
"You go first," Cole insisted, putting up his hand to silence her. "I insist.
"Well." Phoebe started, but was interrupted by the opening of the door.
"Why, Cole, are you cheating on me?" Sandra joked, walking over to Cole and sitting on his lap. Cole pushed her off gently, but harshly all at the same time. "Cole, you're embarrassing me, we're together. We can flaunt that!"
"I'm sorry, I have to go," Phoebe mumbled, feeling the same horrible jealousy she had felt the first time she saw this woman. "Cole, we'll talk later." Phoebe had to get out of there, before she broke down.
"Phoebe, wait!" Cole called, pushing Sandra to the ground. Phoebe ran out the door and down the hall. He tried to go after her, but Sandra held him back.
"Let her go," Sandra shouted, turning Cole to her. "Now that she's gone, we can have some fun!" Using every once of her super strength, Sandra pulled Cole into a lustful kiss, running her hands through his hair. Cole's skin flashed red and black, before he transformed into Beltazor. Once again he pushed her to the ground.
"Stay away from me, Sandra," Beltazor snarled, clenching his fists tightly. He turned back into Cole, while turning to the door to rush after Phoebe. "What we had in the past, remains in the past. Understood?"
"You know what I think?" Sandra challenged; obviously offended that anyone would turn her down. "I think that you fell in love with this witch, this Charmed One. You've turned your back on the Underworld, on evil, on the Source. You disgust me, but I could take all that back, if you just get down and dirty with me, right now!"
"You disgust me!" He charged toward the door, pausing slightly to through a threat over his shoulder. "If I were you, I'd make myself scarce." He slammed the door behind him as he left.
"Or maybe, I'll make her scarce," Sandra threatened, disappearing in a cloud of sparkly purple smoke. (A/N: I know that line was from The Importance of Being Phoebe, said by Kia, but I felt it applied here.)
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Phoebe walked aimlessly down the street, her face drenched with tears. She loved Cole, and she thought Cole had moved on with some whore in no less than a day. She stared at her feet, oblivious to the world around her. Many men gave her long low whistles as she passed by; bolder men gave her a slap on the butt. Phoebe didn't seem to notice in the least. She trudged on. A hand caught her elbow and pulled her rudely into an empty alley.
"Hey, get your hands off of me," Phoebe screamed, struggling against the man's grasp. "I'm warning you!" Phoebe's eyes glowed with rage in the darkness. A dozen other men were huddled around her and the guy.
"I just can't do that, babe," the man whispered hoarsely, moving his face closer to her. Phoebe could now smell the amount of alcohol in the man's breath. "We're gonna have some fun, aren't we?" Another man grabbed Phoebe's legs, so she couldn't kick him. "Tie her legs, man!"
"Help!" Phoebe cried out, just before s gag was stuffed in her mouth. The man's gang ran away after Phoebe was completely tied up.
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Cole ran up and down the streets, looking for Phoebe. Since Cole loved Phoebe so much, he had a special connection with her. He could sense wherever she was. Right now, he sensed her somewhere on this street. He looked in every alley, hoping that she would be there, hoping that he could explain, hoping that they could be together. But he knew that the last hope was impossible.
"Help!" a distant voice called. He instantly recalled the voice as Phoebe's. He'd never forget her voice. He raced in that direction and turned into a deserted alley. He found Phoebe blubbering on the ground, her hands tied behind her back, her feet clamped together, and her mouth stuffed with a handkerchief. Her shirt and bra was discarded from her and thrown carelessly aside.
A man was straddling Phoebe, his rear end shining in the moonlight. He groped at Phoebe while kissing Phoebe's breasts. Phoebe flinched at his touch. Cole's whole body shook with rage and jealousy. He didn't want anyone else to touch Phoebe. He didn't want anyone else to look at Phoebe.
He didn't waste any time to beat the hell out of the guy on top of her. Before Cole could reach the man, the man had knocked Phoebe out with a slap on the head. Cole grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him against the wall. Cole drew an energy ball into his hand and throwing it into the direction of the man. The man was hit on the chest, burst into flames, and screamed in agony.
He collected Phoebe's clothing, before drawing Phoebe into his arms. A faint shimmer appeared in Cole's apartment, as they came into view. Cole's eyes were pained and adoring as he stared at the unconscious Phoebe in his arms. Cole carried her to his room, laying her gently on the bed.
"I love you," Cole whispered gently, brushing Phoebe's hair out of her face. Removing the ties, he re-clothed her. He searched her body, checking for any permanent damage while still respecting her. Lifting the cover slightly, he tucked her in goodnight. He smelt her scent, that unique smell only Phoebe could possess. Her scent of vanilla, spring flowers, and something else that Cole couldn't quite place.
Flames rode up the windows and walls as Cole waved his arms. Now no one magical could come in to hurt her. Cole felt the need to protect Phoebe, even if it meant giving up his own life in the process. He fell asleep on the couch and morning came a little too early for him.
"Cole, Cole, wake up," a raspy voice called, shaking Cole gently. His eyes opened to the sight of Phoebe hunched over him. She cleared her throat, causing her voice to go back to normal. "How did I get here?"
"I found you being. well. you know," Cole explained, sitting up and helping her onto the couch. "Are you alright?" True concern visible on his face and in his voice. He placed one of his hands on her back and the other on her thigh.
"I'm fine," Phoebe whispered, staring at the ground, lost in thought. "Thanks! We have to talk, it's important!" Her eyes scanned his features, hoping he wouldn't run when he heard this news. She knew a lot of guys who would do that a sort of thing. "I'm pregnant!"
Cole's eyebrows shot up and a warm smile spread across his lips. The smile quickly disappeared as Cole remembered Brad. Brad's probably the father, Cole thought. "So, you and Brad are having a baby?" Cole asked, staring at the ground trying to hide his disappointment.
"What are you talking about?" Phoebe questioned, her eyebrows scrunched up together in confusion. "Who's Brad? You're the father."
Cole looked up at her with pleading eyes, hoping that what she said was true. "Really, I'm the father?" A smile appeared on his face again. "But I thought you were dating Brad?" Cole demanded.
"Who the hell is Brad?" Phoebe asked, with mounting irritation. "I'm not dating a Brad." She stood up, anger enveloping her.
"Phoebe, I think there's something I should tell you too." Cole hesitated; he was scared, if he told her this might risk losing Phoebe and his baby forever. "I'm a demon," he declared, standing up, and grabbing Phoebe's arms to prevent her from running. "I'm Beltazor!"
"WHAT?"
Summary: Cole breaks up with Phoebe at the end of Primrose Empath, and she is determined to get him back. Then Phoebe finds out she's pregnant.
Author's Note: Review Please!!! Cole and Phoebe will get together, trust me! There will be no Cole and someone else, and there will be no Phoebe and someone else. I will put them together.
An insistent knocking erupted from Cole's apartment door at five-thirty. Cole burst out of the bathroom to the door just wearing a towel. He snapped it open to find Phoebe on the other side. She was fiddling with her fingers and pacing nervously.
"Cole! Hi!" Phoebe exclaimed, finally realizing that the door had opened. "We have to talk." She shoved Cole aside and walked in. She was too wrapped up in her thoughts to acknowledge Cole's bare chest.
"Uh, is it six all ready?" Cole asked, running his hand through his hair, trying to untangle the knots. "I could have sworn it was five-thirty."
"Yeah, I'm early, I have to tell you something." Phoebe hesitated to tell him. What would be the consequences? Would she have to see him once a week or more, having to see him with other women? Would they get back together?
"Could I get some clothes first?" Cole questioned, anxious to hear her news. "I have something to talk to you about too." He wanted to ask Phoebe about Brad. Brad was the reason he broke up with her in the first place. Well, that and she was a witch and he was a demon. Cole wanted to ask Phoebe if they could get back together. He was tired of not being able to be near her all the time. He was willing to give up evil for her.
"Yeah, you might want to dress," Phoebe answered with a chuckle. He headed toward his bedroom, and was back out in minutes. He took a seat next to Phoebe and stared at her radiating beauty.
"So." they said at the same time. They laughed awkwardly.
"You go first," Cole insisted, putting up his hand to silence her. "I insist.
"Well." Phoebe started, but was interrupted by the opening of the door.
"Why, Cole, are you cheating on me?" Sandra joked, walking over to Cole and sitting on his lap. Cole pushed her off gently, but harshly all at the same time. "Cole, you're embarrassing me, we're together. We can flaunt that!"
"I'm sorry, I have to go," Phoebe mumbled, feeling the same horrible jealousy she had felt the first time she saw this woman. "Cole, we'll talk later." Phoebe had to get out of there, before she broke down.
"Phoebe, wait!" Cole called, pushing Sandra to the ground. Phoebe ran out the door and down the hall. He tried to go after her, but Sandra held him back.
"Let her go," Sandra shouted, turning Cole to her. "Now that she's gone, we can have some fun!" Using every once of her super strength, Sandra pulled Cole into a lustful kiss, running her hands through his hair. Cole's skin flashed red and black, before he transformed into Beltazor. Once again he pushed her to the ground.
"Stay away from me, Sandra," Beltazor snarled, clenching his fists tightly. He turned back into Cole, while turning to the door to rush after Phoebe. "What we had in the past, remains in the past. Understood?"
"You know what I think?" Sandra challenged; obviously offended that anyone would turn her down. "I think that you fell in love with this witch, this Charmed One. You've turned your back on the Underworld, on evil, on the Source. You disgust me, but I could take all that back, if you just get down and dirty with me, right now!"
"You disgust me!" He charged toward the door, pausing slightly to through a threat over his shoulder. "If I were you, I'd make myself scarce." He slammed the door behind him as he left.
"Or maybe, I'll make her scarce," Sandra threatened, disappearing in a cloud of sparkly purple smoke. (A/N: I know that line was from The Importance of Being Phoebe, said by Kia, but I felt it applied here.)
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Phoebe walked aimlessly down the street, her face drenched with tears. She loved Cole, and she thought Cole had moved on with some whore in no less than a day. She stared at her feet, oblivious to the world around her. Many men gave her long low whistles as she passed by; bolder men gave her a slap on the butt. Phoebe didn't seem to notice in the least. She trudged on. A hand caught her elbow and pulled her rudely into an empty alley.
"Hey, get your hands off of me," Phoebe screamed, struggling against the man's grasp. "I'm warning you!" Phoebe's eyes glowed with rage in the darkness. A dozen other men were huddled around her and the guy.
"I just can't do that, babe," the man whispered hoarsely, moving his face closer to her. Phoebe could now smell the amount of alcohol in the man's breath. "We're gonna have some fun, aren't we?" Another man grabbed Phoebe's legs, so she couldn't kick him. "Tie her legs, man!"
"Help!" Phoebe cried out, just before s gag was stuffed in her mouth. The man's gang ran away after Phoebe was completely tied up.
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Cole ran up and down the streets, looking for Phoebe. Since Cole loved Phoebe so much, he had a special connection with her. He could sense wherever she was. Right now, he sensed her somewhere on this street. He looked in every alley, hoping that she would be there, hoping that he could explain, hoping that they could be together. But he knew that the last hope was impossible.
"Help!" a distant voice called. He instantly recalled the voice as Phoebe's. He'd never forget her voice. He raced in that direction and turned into a deserted alley. He found Phoebe blubbering on the ground, her hands tied behind her back, her feet clamped together, and her mouth stuffed with a handkerchief. Her shirt and bra was discarded from her and thrown carelessly aside.
A man was straddling Phoebe, his rear end shining in the moonlight. He groped at Phoebe while kissing Phoebe's breasts. Phoebe flinched at his touch. Cole's whole body shook with rage and jealousy. He didn't want anyone else to touch Phoebe. He didn't want anyone else to look at Phoebe.
He didn't waste any time to beat the hell out of the guy on top of her. Before Cole could reach the man, the man had knocked Phoebe out with a slap on the head. Cole grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him against the wall. Cole drew an energy ball into his hand and throwing it into the direction of the man. The man was hit on the chest, burst into flames, and screamed in agony.
He collected Phoebe's clothing, before drawing Phoebe into his arms. A faint shimmer appeared in Cole's apartment, as they came into view. Cole's eyes were pained and adoring as he stared at the unconscious Phoebe in his arms. Cole carried her to his room, laying her gently on the bed.
"I love you," Cole whispered gently, brushing Phoebe's hair out of her face. Removing the ties, he re-clothed her. He searched her body, checking for any permanent damage while still respecting her. Lifting the cover slightly, he tucked her in goodnight. He smelt her scent, that unique smell only Phoebe could possess. Her scent of vanilla, spring flowers, and something else that Cole couldn't quite place.
Flames rode up the windows and walls as Cole waved his arms. Now no one magical could come in to hurt her. Cole felt the need to protect Phoebe, even if it meant giving up his own life in the process. He fell asleep on the couch and morning came a little too early for him.
"Cole, Cole, wake up," a raspy voice called, shaking Cole gently. His eyes opened to the sight of Phoebe hunched over him. She cleared her throat, causing her voice to go back to normal. "How did I get here?"
"I found you being. well. you know," Cole explained, sitting up and helping her onto the couch. "Are you alright?" True concern visible on his face and in his voice. He placed one of his hands on her back and the other on her thigh.
"I'm fine," Phoebe whispered, staring at the ground, lost in thought. "Thanks! We have to talk, it's important!" Her eyes scanned his features, hoping he wouldn't run when he heard this news. She knew a lot of guys who would do that a sort of thing. "I'm pregnant!"
Cole's eyebrows shot up and a warm smile spread across his lips. The smile quickly disappeared as Cole remembered Brad. Brad's probably the father, Cole thought. "So, you and Brad are having a baby?" Cole asked, staring at the ground trying to hide his disappointment.
"What are you talking about?" Phoebe questioned, her eyebrows scrunched up together in confusion. "Who's Brad? You're the father."
Cole looked up at her with pleading eyes, hoping that what she said was true. "Really, I'm the father?" A smile appeared on his face again. "But I thought you were dating Brad?" Cole demanded.
"Who the hell is Brad?" Phoebe asked, with mounting irritation. "I'm not dating a Brad." She stood up, anger enveloping her.
"Phoebe, I think there's something I should tell you too." Cole hesitated; he was scared, if he told her this might risk losing Phoebe and his baby forever. "I'm a demon," he declared, standing up, and grabbing Phoebe's arms to prevent her from running. "I'm Beltazor!"
"WHAT?"