Love token
A/N: Thank you for all of your reviews! Phoebe and Cole will meet each other soon, she knows he's alive now:) :) :)
Part 5
Phoebe and little Phoebe appeared in her room at the Manor. Her hand still kept the little girl's one tightly, she looked around, and sighed of relief realizing where they were. "We're safe now." She whispered, then knelt down to take both of the little hands in her.
"Thank you." The girl muttered. She was more than happy that her mother had come in time even though she had no idea of their real relation. Little Phoebe wished to snuggle up to her as a child to her own mother, and called her by the sacred word which she called every night while looking at her picture. All those wishes were awkwardly hold back when Phoebe smiled with her and squeezing her hands.
"Why'd you know that wasn't Sarah?"
"I had a premonition." Little Phoebe answered.
"Premonition?" was it a wiccan power? Phoebe even thought it's a power in her line only.
"My mom's a witch." The girl confessed.
"Oh." Phoebe considered it the reason why little Phoebe had sentiment and emotion "Where's she? Is she alive?"
The girl nodded.
"Do you know where she is? Do you miss her?" it seemed a ray of hope was flashing up, Phoebe wouldn't let her be brought up by evil, she would help her mother to raise her, and vanquish her demonic father if they had to. Demon and witch. Was there another case out there? What if that demon was like Cole? No, it's impossible, they should be like Benjamin and Elizabeth, and she would prevent little Phoebe from becoming a heartless demon as Cole had been.
The little girl just nodded again.
"Do you want to live with her?"
"I'm going home." Little Phoebe stepped back, her head bowed down.
"No. Maybe it's not safe there." Phoebe protested "And you don't have to if you don't want…"
"My dad's waiting for me." The little girl was about to shimmer away.
Within a moment Phoebe couldn't say she feared her father or loved him, but it's somehow dangerous for the girl to come back there. Plus, the devil wanted to steal her pendant may be waiting for her in her father's form. So Phoebe grabbed her little hand and disappeared along with her.
Little Phoebe pulled her hand off, but it's too late, both of them was already in her room. Before she could say a word, Phoebe discovered her own picture on the nightstand, but the better surprise was the picture nearby which little Phoebe had taken with her father.
"You're my daughter!"
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Cole shimmered in a living room, managing to stand on his feet. "Fiona!"
In the bedroom, Fiona was making out with one of her patients. The demon wasn't really good looking, but he's more than eager to pay for her treatment.
"Fiona!"
She paused, then hastily adjusted her clothes walking out after figuring who's calling. Her eyes were wide seeing how bad Cole's injury was. The demon grabbed her arm back:
"Ignore it!"
But she pulled out and walked towards Cole. The demon now took a good look at the new comer.
"Belthazor." He grumbled, and rose his hand up, being ready for an attack.
Fiona turned around snatching a potion on the shelf, then vanquished him with it. She's going to have Cole's payment tonight, there's no need to keep his life.
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Little Phoebe's eyes dewed with tears, she had never imagined there would be a day her mother finding out the truth. However, she'd dreamed of this moment many times, that her mother would hold her into her embrace, and tell her she loved her so much. But her mother was just staring at her in sursprise, and puzzle, wasn't sure what to do. Tears began streaking on her cheeks. Phoebe couldn't repress her own feeling anymore, she pulled the girl in her arms letting her weep out, and rubbing her hair gently.
The fact that she didn't totally believe little Phoebe was her daughter. She had been pregnant once, as far as she knew, that's The Source's seed, The Seer had got it, and being vanquished with it anyway. Perhaps Cole had this daughter with another woman, but his love for Phoebe remained unchanged, so he had made up the story to name her Phoebe, and tell her Phoebe's her mother. It could possibly simply be one of his tricks to win her back! If so, Phoebe would admit this was the best one he had ever done. She loved the little girl as nobody could be compared with.
"I'll shimmer you home. Dad doesn't want you here."
Phoebe gently pulled her off, searching her expression as if she could find the explanation on her face. Before she felt curious why Cole didn't want her to know, she felt hurt.
"Why?"
"We're different."
"What'd he talk about me?" Phoebe frowned, she found her heart beating faster, being worried how Cole had raised little Phoebe.
"You're a witch." The girl said softly "You fight demons, and help people."
"How different are we?" Phoebe was a little relieved that Cole had told 'witches help people'.
"Dad and I are demons." The girl replied sadly.
"What should you do?" Phoebe had to choose proper words since she didn't know how much the girl was used to magic and supernatural things. She also had to be careful not to mention some concept that might hurt her inner feeling. She'd had no hesitance shouting at Cole that he's evil, but she could never treat little Phoebe like that, the girl was an angel in her eyes.
"I shouldn't expose myself to humans and witches, and keep distance from demons."
"Keep distance from demons?"
"They're very bad. They go after dad."
"Yeah. Don't ever get involved with them." Phoebe agreed. She didn't know what's really going on, but it's hard to believe something could endanger Cole. Wait. How come she's worrying for him? She even didn't understand what's going on to herself.
"We should go." Little Phoebe squeezed her mother's hands shimmering both of them away.
"No!" Phoebe protested, she wasn't ready to leave, because she still had many questions to ask, or she wanted to see someone… But a premonition engufted her.
Cole was on the Wasteland walking towards a flickering light, it's a ball of light, twinkled differently in comparison with demonic powers. It's a soul. He trembly lifted it and kept it in his palms. His lips quivered "Baby!"
Phoebe gasped. That's how Cole had found little Phoebe. Their child had ended up there as her father. Yes, their child! If it's The Source's, it wouldn't have a soul. It has a soul, because it's his, and her as well.
"Where's that? What's dad doing?" little Phoebe asked, she also saw the vision.
"Nothing. It's in the past." Phoebe lied. Her daughter had no idea about the Wasteland, maybe Cole didn't tell her that she had been dead once while still being in her mother's tummy, or something terrible like that. If Phoebe wanted to make the story clear, she should talk to Cole, but she wasn't ready thinking about that right now.
"Good bye!"
"Phoebe!" Phoebe held her back "Would you come to see me again?"
The girl's face lit up "I will."
"Would you like to call me… mom…?" her voice was lost in mid sentence.
"Mommy!" little Phoebe called haltingly.
Phoebe stretched her arms out for her, she felt the empty in her heart was filled, and love freshening up her mind.
"I'll try my best to be a good mother. I love you, baby!"
