A/N: Once again my sincere appreciation for your reviews. Your comments and thoughts mean a lot. Okay, in this chapter we find out what Jealousy has in store for Leo. I would love to hear what you think of it! Thanks.

Chapter 8

In a lavishly decorated room just down the way from where Cole was being held, stood Leo. Like his companion he was chained to a wall at one end of the room, although only his wrists were bound. He had tried orbing many times but was met with little success. The room was obviously protected against magic or at least his magic. Pulling on his restraints only caused his wrist to become raw. He was stuck and fresh out of ideas on how to escape. It was apparent Cole was being held elsewhere which did not bolster Leo's mood. At least if they were together they might have been able to come up with a plan.

He was given no more time to dwell on his precarious situation when a beautiful brunette entered the room. Like the surroundings, she was clothed in a light shade of green. The gown she was wearing was made up of layers of sheer gauze, which allowed just enough of her body to be seen without her actually being nude. As she made her way too him, a seductive smile on her mouth, he involuntarily tried to back away. Of course he only met with the hard surface of the wall behind him. The woman's smiled changed to an amused one. He was struck by the color of her eyes. They were a deep, deep emerald green and sparkled like jewels under a light.

"So you're the Whitelighter." She observed in a silky tone. "I must say, I'm pleasantly surprised." Moving so her body was inches away, she let her slender fingers run through his hair. "I didn't think they made angels quite so attractive."

Leo fought not to flinch from her touch or let his eyes waiver. He would not show her weakness, instead his gaze hardened as he stared straight ahead.

"Oh aren't you being the brave little solider."

Leo moved his eyes to hers. "What do you want? Who are you?"

The seductive smile returned to her full red lips. "What do I want? I want your wife. As to who I am." Here her smile broadened. "Why I'm Jealousy."

Everything became instantly clear to Leo. This explained everything that had been going on. The girls' fits of unreasonable jealousy. This demon was responsible. "Where's Cole?"

"You mean Belthazor? He is waiting to be taken to the Source and will no doubt be punished severely for his lack of judgment. As for you, you will be the means to an end. The destruction of your loving wife."

At his puzzled expression, she let out a throaty laugh and made to explain. "Your wife loves you very much no? So when she sees you in the arms of another woman, she will be overwhelmed with jealousy. It will eat away at her from the inside out until all that is left is an empty shell. And so ends the famed Charmed Ones."

Leo's puzzled look transformed into one of horror at the picture she painted for him. He couldn't let this happen. He had to do something, but what.

As if reading his thoughts she laughed again. "There is nothing you can do my darling. It's all been perfectly arranged. Once bitten the victim cannot stop the jealous emotions released into the body." Leaning her body against his, her lips a breath away, she whispered, "You are helpless to do anything."

He attempted to turn his face away, but she ruthlessly grabbed his chin and held it firmly in place. Bringing her cold lips forward, she brushed his warm ones. Leo could do nothing but close his eyes tight against it.

Jealousy released her grip and drew her long nail down the open vee of his shirt. She had never kissed a Whitelighter before. At first the thought disgusted her, but after the feel of those soft, warm lips beneath her, she had a change of thought. The task ahead of her was not looking distasteful at all.

With slow hands, she undid the first button of his shirt, then the second. Leo struggled in vain against her touch. On instinct he tried to orb, but it was no use. As he tugged on the chains, his already injured wrists began to throb. All he could do was remain as he was.

The demon looked up when her captive started to struggle. A feline grin lit her face as she witnessed the angel's discomfort. A slight blush crept up his cheeks as he turned his head away from her. This is too much fun she mused to herself. With each button she undid, she exposed a wide expanse of warm, smooth skin. Her fingers ran up and down, enjoying not only the feel beneath her touch but the man's embarrassment as well. She had been pleasantly surprise also, to discover a firm body under the baggy shirt. Not well defined muscles, but a strong solid chest and trim waist. Unable to resist, she trailed small kisses down that inviting chest.

Leo was mortified and helpless to do anything about it. He'd never been invaded like this, and was having trouble mentally dealing with it. All he could do was escape into himself. Using his meditating tools, he removed himself from the unpleasant situation and went to another place psychologically.

Jealousy felt him relax as if he was finally giving in to her advances. When she looked up into his handsome features, her brows dipped into a frown. Realizing he had taken himself from her at least in his mind. It didn't matter. She would take care of this little problem with one of her special oils. Everything had to be perfect for the witch's arrival. The angel's wife would cease to exist and Belthazor's witch would grieve endlessly at his capture and subsequent punishment by the Source. Thus successfully putting an end to the Power of Three.

Reluctantly she drew herself away from her captive. There was still much to see to and very little time. As she exited the room secure in the success of her plan, a calculating smirk played across her lips.

A faint sensor went off in Leo's head the moment he was alone. Cautiously he let himself be drawn back to reality. Opening his eyes, he let out a sigh of relief that he was indeed alone. The awful feeling of the demon's hands and lips on his person came back with a vengeance. He strained to keep his rebelling stomach in tact. Desperately he wanted to wash her foul touch off of him. Unfortunately restrained as he was, that was going to be impossible. Exhausted both mentally and physically, he sagged against his chains. Letting his head fall forward, so his chin was resting on his chest trying to regain his composure. Closing his eyes, her tried to sense Piper. Knowing it was a long shot did not deter him. If there was even the slightest chance he could warn her, he had to try. It was the only thing keeping him sane.