Title: Black As Phoebe
Author: Wicked R
Disclaimers: characters and the universe belongs to the WB.
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary/Set: AU. At the middle of "A Witch's Tale, part 2," Cole decides to leave, and he'll go back in time to prevent himself from ever becoming fully human. Conventional pairings with a short Cole/Piper interlude.
Darryl stood up from Cole's glass table and sighed, taking a few steps towards the fire place, where the demon was staring at one of the many pictures of him and Phoebe in the penthouse, "I know you don't want to. But what you want really doesn't matter. Right?"
Cole looked back at the police investigator intently as he considered his words. There was only one way that he could truly answer that, "right...you know, there were times she took into account what I wanted."
"That was in the past."
"In the past! Yes! You're a genius!" He started pacing.
"Why? What did I say?" Darryl followed him apprehensively, "what are you gonna do?"
"Go back in time. Before I became human. That was the thing that spoiled it all."
"How are you gonna do that?"
"I used to move through different planes all the time. It's how I've been hiding from the Source for a while. And I took Prue back in time once. Shouldn't be any problem to shimmer into any plane I want to, even if I didn't use that skill for a long time. I shouldn't be too much off the mark. It's practically the same ability that helped me out of the wasteland, so…so long. Thank you."
Darryl stood there contemplating phoning Phoebe right away. But then again, what was the point? If Cole was going to change something in the past, that had already happened, cause it was the past, right?
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Cole solidified himself after a difficult shimmer, that even made him dizzy and unsure of his rusty abilities to home in on the Phoebe of the past. He found himself in open air, and the rain was soaking his hair. He had to strain his eyes to be able to see through the thick downpour. He was in front of a fortress, that was undeniable. An imposing turret, well kept, but somewhat gloomy.
"My liege! Thank Devil, you're here!" He turned to see a demon with green triangle tribal markings, "we were worried about you! You're wife has already sent out dozens of demons to the underworld to find you," a big wooden door opened, creaking, when he waved a hand, leading him inside.
Guards and demons saluted him as the other demon led him up the oak staircase and down a long corridor, then stopped before a corner, "your chambers have been prepared, my liege."
Cole turned to find himself in an outsized room with a vaulted plaster ceiling supported by ancient granite and marble columns just like in a pagan temple, with moonlight coming through the small shutters, making him wonder what century he landed himself into. His eyes fell upon a slender woman, who's long, curly, black hair twinkled in the candlelight.
Phoebe was wearing a pink gown, hiked up and tucked in the waist to show the underskirts. The skirts of gown were very full, with multiple petticoats underneath and padded out at the hips with a bum roll. From her clothing, it must've been around the fourteenth, fifteenth century, even the sixteenth, Cole didn't know as he wasn't all that good at medieval history. He wasn't just a little off the mark after all in his shimmer, cause this was the reincarnation of a bygone Phoebe.
She ran towards him, and when she was close, she stopped short in front of him and gave him the mother of all slaps in the face, "Coleridge! Where have you been? Somebody reported back you had a round with a latest seer of the underworld! Am I not enough of an oracle for you?" She stopped talking and turned away, walking towards the table with various herbs and potions on it.
"Uh…" Cole steadied himself leaning onto a pillar, and assessed the inside and outside damage to his face with his fingers and tongue, "you don't understand…" He spit out some blood, looking for a hanky in his pocket to press on his bottom lip to try to stop it from bleeding.
"But I forgive you cause you at least sent back the talisman I asked you to steal with the messenger. You should consider killing the bastard, because he reported your unfaithfulness too. Most important is that the talisman will protect us from good witches before we can steal their powers."
"Whaa?" Cole responded as loudly as he could with half of his face still numb.
"You're done a good job, baby," Phoebe ran towards him again, making him straighten up and step back in defence, ready to dodge out her way. This time, she jumped into his neck, making his back smash into the pillar behind him. Her mouth moved to his injured lip and her teeth tore into it.
Cole let out a muffled roar with the sensation of the initial pinch, but his lip became numb again when she started sucking.
"Ummhmm, yum," Phoebe released him, let her head back and exhaled noisily, "demonic blood…oh, the taste, the power…" She looked back up, as he didn't start kissing her neckline as usual, "how come that punch wasn't enough to let Belthazor out? Come on, rip these clothes apart already!"
"What…what about the talisman? Where did you put it?" Cole tried everything to let all this madness from happening.
"Think more about that later," she drew him close, embracing him a bit more softly, "I missed you. You want a gentle one this time?" She tugged him along to the bed, then left him for a second to pick up some liquid from the table, from which she put some drops on her finger and tenderly massaged it onto his tender lip. It didn't hurt him, it didn't even sting, but th wound closed immediately. Then she pushed him down to lie on the large velvet cushions, "you just watch," she pulled her ribbons holding her dress together…"
Tbc
