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Relapse: Phoebe and Cole broke up, and then Phoebe found out she was pregnant. Sandra is trying to push Phoebe and Cole farther apart. Phoebe told Cole that she's pregnant and Cole told her he was a demon.
Author's Note: I'm sorry about the mild attempted rape scene, but it had to happen to get Phoebe and Cole closer together. Make them realize some stuff. There is gonna be some dirty dancing in this chapter.
"You're a d.d.demon!" Phoebe sputtered her eyes wide with fear. Although she acted frightened she didn't believe he would hurt her. She struggled against his grip. "Let go of me!"
"Phoebe, I've known you for a while and have been alone with you a million times, and I have never hurt you," Cole explained, looking deep into her eyes. "But now that you know, we definitely can't be together. I just ask you one favor, please don't vanquish me. I'll give up evil! I'll do anything to know our child." The words 'our child' rolled off Cole's lips, and brought a smile to his lips. He was happy that even though he and Phoebe couldn't be together, he'd, hopefully, still get to see her once a week to see once a week.
"Let go of me, Beltazor!" Phoebe hissed through clenched teeth, pain reflecting in her eyes. "You lied to me this whole time! You bastard!" Tears streamed down her face as she looked at his face. A mask, a lie that's all it was, Phoebe thought.
Cole dropped his arms as he saw the pain he was inflicted on her. She sprinted toward the door, hesitated slightly, before running out. Cole knew that was probably the last time he would see Phoebe. She ran out of his apartment and his life.
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"Phoebe, what's wrong?" Piper asked, as Phoebe slammed the front door of the manor. Tears were still streaming down Phoebe's face. Phoebe hesitated to tell Piper, she couldn't keep a secret, but she didn't want Cole, the love of her life, the father of her child, die.
"Nothing," Phoebe whispered, racing upstairs. She whisked her bedroom door open, and locked it behind her. The bed squeaked as she threw herself on it. Tears continued to flow, so she hugged the pillow next to her to mute out her whimpers. She soon fell asleep as a faint shimmer came into her room.
Cole appeared in the room and tiptoed over to Phoebe's bed. He peered down at her his heart swelling with pain. Some hair fell onto Phoebe's face, so Cole pushed it away gently, before leaning in to plant a small kiss on Phoebe's forehead. He shimmered of as she stirred.
Phoebe woke up with a small sweet feeling on the top of her head. "Cole!" Phoebe whispered, touching her forehead. "He deserves to know his child!" Phoebe picked up her cell phone and dialed Cole's number.
"Hello!" Cole spat harshly. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
"Hi! It's me, Phoebe," she said barely above a whisper, afraid to provoke an outburst.
"Phoebe, I thought I'd never hear from you again," Cole exclaimed, his tone softening. "Why did you call?"
"Well. I. I want you to know your child, it's not fair for me to talk him from you," she answered, nervously tapping her fingers on her desktop. "The baby mine as much as yours!" The words had just blurted out of her mouth without really thinking about it.
"Really?" Cole questioned, smirking like a fool. "You would do that! I would love that!" He sat on the couch, cradling the phone to his ear, savoring Phoebe's voice.
"Yeah, you can see our child once a week, or something," Phoebe said, pacing her room. She loved hearing Cole's sweet voice ring in her ear. "We need to talk about. the thing. you told me about. earlier."
"Sure, where do you want to meet?" Cole asked, genuinely surprised at how nice she was being toward him. "We could meet at a public place, like The Heat!" It's a new club on Fairview." His heart was full of hope, hoping that she would say yes.
"Yeah, that sounds great, meet you there at eight, Okay?" questioned Phoebe, sprawled across her bed. "I'm sure you have to ask your girlfriend first though?" She had just remembered Sandra, the bitch at Cole's work and apartment.
"She isn't my girlfriend, she's psychotic, she's a demon," Cole insisted. "My ex, to be exact!" Cole felt he could be completely honest with Phoebe. "So, I guess I'll see you there? Bye!"
"Bye!" Phoebe answered low and happily. A goofy lop-sided kind of smile was on her face as she hung up the phone. "Did I just except a date with a demon? If Prue find's out, she'll kill me. That is if she finds out." The goofy smile that was on Phoebe's face was now transformed into a naughty smirk. "If, if is good."
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The Heat was packed with people and the loud music vibrated the joint. The crowd were pushed together tightly, making it look as if the couples had become one. Most people were rubbing themselves against each other (dirty dancing.) Cole was at a corner booth, scotch in hand, looking for Phoebe in every direction. He wasn't in his usual lawyer suit, instead he was wearing a pair of jeans and a navy blue shirt with a black leather coat over top.
Phoebe descended the stairs, hand on rail, and wearing a long red skirt and red halter-top exposing her midriff. Her hair was up in a messy bun, with some stray hairs falling down her face. She walked cautiously toward Cole, first of all, because she was a little afraid, second of all, because she was trying to avoid the drunken men's grasp, as they tried to dance with her.
"Hey!" she shouted over the music as she approached Cole, her hands behind her back. "Sorry, I'm late. Traffic was murder." She took a seat somewhat stiffly, staring at Cole, drooling over him as usual.
"It's okay, I wasn't here that long," Cole answered, taking in her outfit that both concealed and revealed her curves. "Want a drink?"
"Mineral water, please!"
"Sure," Cole whispered, smiling at her. He walked away to the bar to buy her drink, and returned quickly. The cool liquid went down Phoebe's throat as she took a sip. They remained in silence, just listening to the music. "So, wanna dance?"
"Sure!" Phoebe answered with some uncertainty. He took her hand and led her into the center of the crowd, where they were pushed together. Phoebe's breasts were pushed against his lower chest as they swayed to the music. Trying not to be different then the rest of the crowd they started dirty dancing. Her leg slowly went up Cole's as his hands were planted on her hips.
They danced sensually for a few minutes before Phoebe was pushed even closer to Cole, and the next minute they were in a total lip lock. His tongue exploring her mouth as was hers. Things could've gone much farther if the jostling crowd hadn't separated them. They met back at the booth where they shared an awkward silence.
"Phoebe, we should talk about the baby." Cole started, but was interrupted by Phoebe's demanding lips on his. He laid her down on her back, Cole on top, Phoebe on the bottom, making out hungrily, forgetting about the outside world all together. Forgetting their differences, forgetting their problems, just enjoying the time they had together.
Cole pulled away reluctantly, looking deep into her adoring eyes looking up at him. His fly was open and his shirt half unbuttoned. "I'm sorry!" He climbed off of her and zipped his fly and buttoned his shirt.
"Sorry for what? I kissed you," Phoebe told him, placing her hand on his shoulder gently. "If you want, we could pretend we never made out. Let's talk about the baby." Phoebe looked down sadly, she really had wanted to kiss Cole, feel his bare skin against hers.
"Yeah, that's a safe subject. Since I met you, I haven't really been that evil. So, I wouldn't mind giving it up. I can put up a barrier to make sure evil can't find me, and I can protect our kid."
"Really, you would do that? You could have the baby twice a week if you want?"
"Yeah, that'd be fine," Cole answered, hoping Phoebe would kiss him just once more. "We can't be together, I understand that. You're a witch, I'm a demon."
"I actually want to be together, but we can't like you said. If I were with you, I'd have to eventually tell my sisters you're a demon. Which I won't," she added.
"Thanks!" Cole answered, feeling unending pain and sorrow that they couldn't be together. A man walked up looking strangely at Phoebe.
"Excuse me, Phoebe, is that you?" the man asked, pointing at her and smiling.
"Oh my God, Clay?" Phoebe shrieked, jumping up to embrace her ex and friend. "What are you doing in San Francisco?" She pulled away from him, and indicated for him to sit.
"Well, I came to see you, but I didn't expect to see you here," Clay whispered in her ear. "And I didn't expect you to have company. Boyfriend?"
"Oh, where are my manners?" Phoebe exclaimed, pointing to Cole. "Cole, Clay. Clay, Cole." Cole and Clay shook each other's hands, hate-filled eyes glaring at each other. Each thinking that the other could take Phoebe away from them. They both diverted their eyes to Phoebe, but their eyes were now adoring with sparks in them.
"Anyway, Phoebe, call me, I'm in town for a while," Clay said, handing Phoebe his phone number. He stood up abruptly and glared at Cole with as much hate he felt in his existent. "Nice meeting you, Cole!" He spat out the last word very harshly.
"You too," Cole answered, with the same amount of harshness as Clay. When Clay was out of earshot and sight, Cole looked at Phoebe. "Who was he?"
"A friend from New York," Phoebe said, putting her hand on Cole's knee without realizing it. Warmth ran up Cole's spine as she did this.
"Well, I gotta go, I'll see you later," Phoebe whispered in Cole's ear, her hot breath on his neck. "Bye!" She ran off into the crowd as Cole stared after her.
"Yeah, bye!" Cole said somewhat sad. "I love you!" No one could've heard his last words unless they're ears were inside of Cole's mouth. Jealousy and rage enveloped him as he thought back on Clay. Cole hated how Clay looked at Phoebe. He hated everything about Clay.
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Sandra lurked in the depths of the shadows, waiting for Phoebe to come out. When Phoebe did erupt out of the club, Sandra wasted no time in attacking. Sandra grabbed Phoebe and punched her in the stomach so she keeled over. The wall smashed against Phoebe's back as she went flying into it. A knife was in Phoebe's abdomen as Sandra walked over to her.
"See, I can't let you live," Sandra started, wagging her finger at Phoebe. "I have to carry Beltazor's child. The child we will possess will become the most powerful being in the world, and I will become the Source of the Underworld." Phoebe cried in pain as Sandra pushed the blade farther into her.
Sandra cried out in pain as an energy ball hit her square on the chest. Cole rushed over Phoebe, worry written all over his face. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you!" Cole called out as Phoebe fainted.
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Relapse: Phoebe and Cole broke up, and then Phoebe found out she was pregnant. Sandra is trying to push Phoebe and Cole farther apart. Phoebe told Cole that she's pregnant and Cole told her he was a demon.
Author's Note: I'm sorry about the mild attempted rape scene, but it had to happen to get Phoebe and Cole closer together. Make them realize some stuff. There is gonna be some dirty dancing in this chapter.
"You're a d.d.demon!" Phoebe sputtered her eyes wide with fear. Although she acted frightened she didn't believe he would hurt her. She struggled against his grip. "Let go of me!"
"Phoebe, I've known you for a while and have been alone with you a million times, and I have never hurt you," Cole explained, looking deep into her eyes. "But now that you know, we definitely can't be together. I just ask you one favor, please don't vanquish me. I'll give up evil! I'll do anything to know our child." The words 'our child' rolled off Cole's lips, and brought a smile to his lips. He was happy that even though he and Phoebe couldn't be together, he'd, hopefully, still get to see her once a week to see once a week.
"Let go of me, Beltazor!" Phoebe hissed through clenched teeth, pain reflecting in her eyes. "You lied to me this whole time! You bastard!" Tears streamed down her face as she looked at his face. A mask, a lie that's all it was, Phoebe thought.
Cole dropped his arms as he saw the pain he was inflicted on her. She sprinted toward the door, hesitated slightly, before running out. Cole knew that was probably the last time he would see Phoebe. She ran out of his apartment and his life.
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"Phoebe, what's wrong?" Piper asked, as Phoebe slammed the front door of the manor. Tears were still streaming down Phoebe's face. Phoebe hesitated to tell Piper, she couldn't keep a secret, but she didn't want Cole, the love of her life, the father of her child, die.
"Nothing," Phoebe whispered, racing upstairs. She whisked her bedroom door open, and locked it behind her. The bed squeaked as she threw herself on it. Tears continued to flow, so she hugged the pillow next to her to mute out her whimpers. She soon fell asleep as a faint shimmer came into her room.
Cole appeared in the room and tiptoed over to Phoebe's bed. He peered down at her his heart swelling with pain. Some hair fell onto Phoebe's face, so Cole pushed it away gently, before leaning in to plant a small kiss on Phoebe's forehead. He shimmered of as she stirred.
Phoebe woke up with a small sweet feeling on the top of her head. "Cole!" Phoebe whispered, touching her forehead. "He deserves to know his child!" Phoebe picked up her cell phone and dialed Cole's number.
"Hello!" Cole spat harshly. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
"Hi! It's me, Phoebe," she said barely above a whisper, afraid to provoke an outburst.
"Phoebe, I thought I'd never hear from you again," Cole exclaimed, his tone softening. "Why did you call?"
"Well. I. I want you to know your child, it's not fair for me to talk him from you," she answered, nervously tapping her fingers on her desktop. "The baby mine as much as yours!" The words had just blurted out of her mouth without really thinking about it.
"Really?" Cole questioned, smirking like a fool. "You would do that! I would love that!" He sat on the couch, cradling the phone to his ear, savoring Phoebe's voice.
"Yeah, you can see our child once a week, or something," Phoebe said, pacing her room. She loved hearing Cole's sweet voice ring in her ear. "We need to talk about. the thing. you told me about. earlier."
"Sure, where do you want to meet?" Cole asked, genuinely surprised at how nice she was being toward him. "We could meet at a public place, like The Heat!" It's a new club on Fairview." His heart was full of hope, hoping that she would say yes.
"Yeah, that sounds great, meet you there at eight, Okay?" questioned Phoebe, sprawled across her bed. "I'm sure you have to ask your girlfriend first though?" She had just remembered Sandra, the bitch at Cole's work and apartment.
"She isn't my girlfriend, she's psychotic, she's a demon," Cole insisted. "My ex, to be exact!" Cole felt he could be completely honest with Phoebe. "So, I guess I'll see you there? Bye!"
"Bye!" Phoebe answered low and happily. A goofy lop-sided kind of smile was on her face as she hung up the phone. "Did I just except a date with a demon? If Prue find's out, she'll kill me. That is if she finds out." The goofy smile that was on Phoebe's face was now transformed into a naughty smirk. "If, if is good."
.
The Heat was packed with people and the loud music vibrated the joint. The crowd were pushed together tightly, making it look as if the couples had become one. Most people were rubbing themselves against each other (dirty dancing.) Cole was at a corner booth, scotch in hand, looking for Phoebe in every direction. He wasn't in his usual lawyer suit, instead he was wearing a pair of jeans and a navy blue shirt with a black leather coat over top.
Phoebe descended the stairs, hand on rail, and wearing a long red skirt and red halter-top exposing her midriff. Her hair was up in a messy bun, with some stray hairs falling down her face. She walked cautiously toward Cole, first of all, because she was a little afraid, second of all, because she was trying to avoid the drunken men's grasp, as they tried to dance with her.
"Hey!" she shouted over the music as she approached Cole, her hands behind her back. "Sorry, I'm late. Traffic was murder." She took a seat somewhat stiffly, staring at Cole, drooling over him as usual.
"It's okay, I wasn't here that long," Cole answered, taking in her outfit that both concealed and revealed her curves. "Want a drink?"
"Mineral water, please!"
"Sure," Cole whispered, smiling at her. He walked away to the bar to buy her drink, and returned quickly. The cool liquid went down Phoebe's throat as she took a sip. They remained in silence, just listening to the music. "So, wanna dance?"
"Sure!" Phoebe answered with some uncertainty. He took her hand and led her into the center of the crowd, where they were pushed together. Phoebe's breasts were pushed against his lower chest as they swayed to the music. Trying not to be different then the rest of the crowd they started dirty dancing. Her leg slowly went up Cole's as his hands were planted on her hips.
They danced sensually for a few minutes before Phoebe was pushed even closer to Cole, and the next minute they were in a total lip lock. His tongue exploring her mouth as was hers. Things could've gone much farther if the jostling crowd hadn't separated them. They met back at the booth where they shared an awkward silence.
"Phoebe, we should talk about the baby." Cole started, but was interrupted by Phoebe's demanding lips on his. He laid her down on her back, Cole on top, Phoebe on the bottom, making out hungrily, forgetting about the outside world all together. Forgetting their differences, forgetting their problems, just enjoying the time they had together.
Cole pulled away reluctantly, looking deep into her adoring eyes looking up at him. His fly was open and his shirt half unbuttoned. "I'm sorry!" He climbed off of her and zipped his fly and buttoned his shirt.
"Sorry for what? I kissed you," Phoebe told him, placing her hand on his shoulder gently. "If you want, we could pretend we never made out. Let's talk about the baby." Phoebe looked down sadly, she really had wanted to kiss Cole, feel his bare skin against hers.
"Yeah, that's a safe subject. Since I met you, I haven't really been that evil. So, I wouldn't mind giving it up. I can put up a barrier to make sure evil can't find me, and I can protect our kid."
"Really, you would do that? You could have the baby twice a week if you want?"
"Yeah, that'd be fine," Cole answered, hoping Phoebe would kiss him just once more. "We can't be together, I understand that. You're a witch, I'm a demon."
"I actually want to be together, but we can't like you said. If I were with you, I'd have to eventually tell my sisters you're a demon. Which I won't," she added.
"Thanks!" Cole answered, feeling unending pain and sorrow that they couldn't be together. A man walked up looking strangely at Phoebe.
"Excuse me, Phoebe, is that you?" the man asked, pointing at her and smiling.
"Oh my God, Clay?" Phoebe shrieked, jumping up to embrace her ex and friend. "What are you doing in San Francisco?" She pulled away from him, and indicated for him to sit.
"Well, I came to see you, but I didn't expect to see you here," Clay whispered in her ear. "And I didn't expect you to have company. Boyfriend?"
"Oh, where are my manners?" Phoebe exclaimed, pointing to Cole. "Cole, Clay. Clay, Cole." Cole and Clay shook each other's hands, hate-filled eyes glaring at each other. Each thinking that the other could take Phoebe away from them. They both diverted their eyes to Phoebe, but their eyes were now adoring with sparks in them.
"Anyway, Phoebe, call me, I'm in town for a while," Clay said, handing Phoebe his phone number. He stood up abruptly and glared at Cole with as much hate he felt in his existent. "Nice meeting you, Cole!" He spat out the last word very harshly.
"You too," Cole answered, with the same amount of harshness as Clay. When Clay was out of earshot and sight, Cole looked at Phoebe. "Who was he?"
"A friend from New York," Phoebe said, putting her hand on Cole's knee without realizing it. Warmth ran up Cole's spine as she did this.
"Well, I gotta go, I'll see you later," Phoebe whispered in Cole's ear, her hot breath on his neck. "Bye!" She ran off into the crowd as Cole stared after her.
"Yeah, bye!" Cole said somewhat sad. "I love you!" No one could've heard his last words unless they're ears were inside of Cole's mouth. Jealousy and rage enveloped him as he thought back on Clay. Cole hated how Clay looked at Phoebe. He hated everything about Clay.
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Sandra lurked in the depths of the shadows, waiting for Phoebe to come out. When Phoebe did erupt out of the club, Sandra wasted no time in attacking. Sandra grabbed Phoebe and punched her in the stomach so she keeled over. The wall smashed against Phoebe's back as she went flying into it. A knife was in Phoebe's abdomen as Sandra walked over to her.
"See, I can't let you live," Sandra started, wagging her finger at Phoebe. "I have to carry Beltazor's child. The child we will possess will become the most powerful being in the world, and I will become the Source of the Underworld." Phoebe cried in pain as Sandra pushed the blade farther into her.
Sandra cried out in pain as an energy ball hit her square on the chest. Cole rushed over Phoebe, worry written all over his face. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you!" Cole called out as Phoebe fainted.
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