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Chapter 3 – The Angel of death

A/N: when I decided today that I wanted to write a little further I didn't know which one of my three stories I should write on. I haven't gotten any reviews to "the terror inside my mind" yet and that gave me the feeling the world didn't need me to write on that one so soon, so that left Just let me die and Ignored. I had gotten a review on this one that told me that the plot totally doesn't fit the characters and unfortunately for me that's right. But then I discovered one of my dear reviewers put this story on her(?) favorites list and so I decided if someone likes the story enough to do so I should continue here, so here I am. Then I saw that more of my reviewers did so and I wanna say huge thank you for that, and sorry for stalking your favourites lists, I couldn't help it. Und ein ganz großes knuffel an alle die diese Story auf ihre Liste gesetzt haben und ein noch größeres knuffel an diejenigen unter euch die Deutsch können und wissen was ich hier labere.

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or the characters or the actors or anything else or… ok I'm stuck, what else can I not own? Well for the record I own absolutely nothing but my beloved little iBook I'm typing this on.

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"But… but you're in heavens. If he wasn't with you it would mean…", Phoebe said unable to finish the sentence.

"It would mean he's in hell"

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Piper stared at her grandmother that had spoken those merciless words. "What?", she said upset while she tried to understand this.

"Mom!", Patty snapped at her mother.

"What, it's true isn't it?", she said and folded her arms. She seemed not very touched about her great-grandson's demise.

"Not necessarily!", Patty shot back and went over to her oldest living daughter who had lost balance and dropped on the old couch that was standing in the attic. "Piper, honey calm down", she said as she tried to get her out of her shocked state.

"He can't be in hell", Piper said and looked at her mother. Her stare was so hurt and vulnerable it almost broke Patty's heart to see her like this.

Meanwhile Paige glared at her grandmother. "How can you say something like that?", She asked furiously as she saw the dead women's cold behavior.

"Because it's the truth", she simply answered.

"No it isn't", Phoebe suddenly snapped, channeling all the emotions in the room. "You just don't like him because he's a boy, you never liked either him or Wyatt. Telling so terrible lies about him is disgusting", she yelled.

Penny stared at Phoebe in surprise. She hadn't expected her to say that.

"It's not because he's a boy and it's not a lie", she said stubbornly and turned away from Phoebe angrily.

"Mom, please tell me it's not true", Piper pleaded to her mother and looked at her in fear.

Patty hesitated. She needed a diplomatic way to say this. "We don't know exactly where he is. He isn't with us, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's in-"

"Yes it does", Penny interrupted. "Why are you all too stubborn to see it?"

"We don't know that. He could be somewhere else. Will you stop interrupting me?", Patty yelled as she was getting really angry at her mother right now. Why was she so determined to believe he was in hell?

"No I won't stop until you see the truth. He threw his life away! Someone who does that does not deserve to be anywhere else than hell", Penny yelled back, now getting angry as well.

"He can be somewhere else!", Patty screamed back and got up now to face her mother. Her behavior was unbelievable.

"No he can't! Don't you see it? Generations of Halliwells got to heaven, because they did good and they died fighting evil. They sacrificed their lives for others, and what does he? Things get a little uncomfortable and he takes the easy way out. Just leave everything behind and stop living. He was powerful. He had a destiny. He destroyed everything he should have been, everything there was in the future for him. He was supposed to be a fighter of good, but what does he?", Patty paused shortly, then continued, "I'll tell you what he does, he spits his destiny in the face. Leaves all the innocents he was supposed to save defenseless and doesn't even think about the consequences. No he doesn't deserve to be in heaven. He deserves to be wherever he is. He's an insult to the Halliwells!" and with that, Penny stepped back in the candle circle and disappeared.

Piper just stared at the point where her grandmother had just been. She couldn't believe what she had heard there. He didn't have a destiny anymore. He didn't have a life anymore, just because of her. He was suffering now in hell, because of her. He was totally innocent of all this. She had let him down and she had made him suffer. After a brief moment of shock that seemed like hours she broke down in tears and felt so guilty for everything she did. She should be the one to suffer, not him. She had done everything wring and he was being punished for it.

Leo meanwhile hadn't said a word throughout the entire conversation. He couldn't believe how angry Patty had been at his son. He just couldn't. But in hell? No he couldn't leave it at that. His son had suffered so much already because of him. He would not accept his son being in hell.

"We need to do something", he said and everyone in the attic looked at him. "We're going to get him out of there", Leo said determined and looked around the faces in the room who all stared at him startled.

"He's right", Phoebe said, happy that someone was willing to do something.

"But what do we do?", Paige asked a little uncertain. She wanted to do something as well of course, but she had absolutely no experience with what happened after dead and she didn't exactly long to find out.

Piper looked at her family with hope in her eyes. They were right. It was no use to sit around crying. They needed to help their son move to a happy place. That was the least they could do. The guilt wouldn't go away, she knew that. They should have noticed something a lot earlier. But now she could at least help him.

"Mom, who's responsible for where the people go after death?", Leo asked the woman who seemed to be a little scared of what her family wanted to do. Messing with death was a very risky thing.

She swallowed and looked at her son-in-law. "The angel of death", she said in a voice that was barely more than a whisper, "but you shouldn't try to contact one of them you could be ending up making everything worse. It's very dangerous to mess with these beings", she added pleadingly.

"I don't care. We're talking about the soul of my nephew here", Phoebe said determinedly.

"She's right. It's our obligation to help him move to a happier place, after all it's our fault that he's dead, not his", Paige confirmed her sister's words.

Patty looked at her oldest living daughter who hadn't said anything yet. "We need to help him", she simply said and looked at her mother with a said face, looking for her approval.

Patty let out a sigh. "Very well. But be careful. If you want to summon one of them I need to leave, spirits shouldn't be at the same place as angels of death", she explained when she realized that she couldn't persuade her family to let go of this plan. And deep inside her heart she could understand that. If one of her daughters was in this situation she wouldn't hesitate to do the same thing, without caring about the risks.

"How do we summon them?", Paige asked. She had a feeling she was the only one concerned about the technical aspects.

"There's a spell in the book", Patty said, slightly remembering once having read one a very long time ago.

"Then we shouldn't waste time", Leo said firmly. "The longer we talk here the more time my son spends in hell"

"You're right", Patty said, "I should leave."

"Bye mom", Phoebe said as her mother stepped back in the circle and vanished just like her grandmother had a few minutes ago.

"Well, then let's find that spell", Paige said and walked over to the book. The rest of the family followed her, all heeding the hope that maybe they could at least make up a little bit for their sins.

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"What the hell were you thinking?", Patty screamed at her mother the minute she arrived back in the spirit realm.

"I just told the truth. This boy insulted everything our family stands for", she answered her daughter with a cold look in her eyes.

"That is no reason to be this mean. You were really impossible! Piper just lost her son and you go about and tell her he's in hell. Which is not even certain by the way!", Patty yelled.

"I think the rules tell it pretty clearly. Do I need to remind you I spent more time thinking about this topic than you did?", Penny yelled back just as angry as Patty was.

"The rules never say that the people who suicide go to hell", Patty shot back. She really wanted to hit the woman she called mother in the face right now.

"And besides, you saw what it was like, you know what he felt. Can you really blame him for doing what he did?", Patty added glaring.

"They say people who suicide will never find peace of mind, that says it all doesn't it? And a true Halliwell can handle a little emotional issues. Suicide is never a way out and I feel embarrassed being related to someone who does that!", Penny shouted. At this her daughter couldn't take it anymore, turned around and ran off furiously.

Penny felt a little guilty for yelling at her daughter like that but why didn't she see the situation as it was? He had killed himself. That was reason enough to be in hell, or wasn't it?

But deep inside her heart she knew there was a different reason why she was so angry. Why she was so angry at the boy. Because she also felt like she let him down somehow. Deep down she blamed herself for his death as well as all the others did.

Every time she had come down to visit her family, she had ignored the boy and cared for his older brother. She had always tried to teach the older boy how to use his powers in the right way and how to act responsible with his magic. Over this she had always forgotten that Piper had two sons. That didn't happen by ill-will or something, but she had always felt something bad inside of Wyatt and she had been determined not to let evil take him over, because she knew he was already affected by it.

And now she had the feeling her neglect of the boy had also done it's part in the young man's desperation.

And it was so much easier just to blame him for everything than to face these feelings…

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"Those who end their own lives will never find peace of mind"

This line repeated itself over and over in his mind, and now he knew what it meant. He hadn't even known about this rule. He hadn't thought about what would happen after his death. He hadn't believed there would be an afterlife for him. He had used to think that only the people who were good got an afterlife and the bad ones existence was just ended.

He had counted on that.

Now he knew how wrong he was. He totally didn't like his new position. He hadn't gotten to hell, which would have been his second thought of a possibility after killing himself. Not to heaven either, which was kind of clear. Suicide was considered a sin, and someone who did this couldn't go to heaven. He hadn't even wanted to go there. He knew his grandmother, great-grandmother and his other aunt were there.

And he didn't want to face them. He had actually never seen his other aunt but from what he knew about her she didn't seem too nice to him, so he never thought that was a loss. He had however seen both his grandmother and great-grandmother and they had been rejecting him just like everyone else did. He didn't want to spend the time after death with him, because then his afterlife looked exactly like his living life had and that was totally beyond the point. He had wanted to escape a world where he wasn't wanted and by doing so just going to another world where he wasn't wanted was just stupid.

So if he thought about it where he was now wasn't that bad after all. But it was not really better than what he had used to have.

He took a deep breath and used his new method of transportation to bring him to his next assignment.

He arrived at a hospital room where a mother was sitting next to the bed of her little daughter. He looked at his clipboard and saw the information given on the situation. The little girl had a brain tumor and had been in a coma for almost a year. Her mother still kept coming to the hospital every single day, bringing her daughter toys, talking to her and praying to some bigger force for her little girl to have another chance.

Today was the girl's 6th birthday. Her mother had brought her a new bouquet of flowers, tulips that were the little girls favorites, and a small present. It was a toy that she and her daughter had seen in a store on the fateful day just before the results of the examination were in, condemning her daughter to stay at the hospital for such a long time. Probably for he rest of her life, but her mother refused to believe that. She was a single mom and her little sunshine was all she had.

Chris stood next to the woman that was telling her daughter some story, invisible to everyone. He watched the heart-monitor taking ever longer gaps between the reassuring beeps. He braced himself for what was going to happen. He had seen a lot of it in the last weeks since he had been forced to start his new profession. He noticed a tear running down his face, as the girl's mother noticed that her girls heartbeat was fading and she begged her not to leave mommy alone, not to stop fighting.

But the beeps mercilessly faded. And then a single heartbreaking long tune confirmed the inevitable. The girl was dead.

When the mother cried out, "No", and the tears began flooding down her cheeks, Chris knew his time to act was now. He touched the girl's limp body and saw her golden glowing spirit emerge from its host. The cute little girl looked at him with big eyes and looked very scared.

"Don't be afraid", he said in the most friendly tone he could manage. "You don't need to be scared of me" The girl somehow believed him, a fact that amazed him a little, but since most of the others had done so too it wasn't that surprising. He took her hand and with a single thought they passed over to the ghostly plane.

"Am I dead?", the girl asked clutching to his hand.

This is the hardest part, he thought and swallowed.

"Yes"

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Finding the spell in the book turned out a lot easier than they would have thought. It looked as if some spirit was guiding them. Piper was quite certain that it was petty and she was grateful that her mother showed support even though she had doubts about summoning an angel of death. On the Page it said that they had to put the name of the person who died in the spell and it would bring them the angel that was responsible for the person's placing.

They were all very nervous and hardly talked. Piper had tried calling for Wyatt to use his twice-blessed power to help them but he hadn't come. She knew that was bad and she didn't ant to make the same mistake again. But now she had to save her baby boy's soul from hell and couldn't spend her time looking for the other one. One son at a time, she thought to herself while she was hoping that it wasn't too late to save Chris from hell. The thought that her little peanut was supposed to be in hell made the tears well up in her eyes again. She noticed that she had spent all the last few days crying and as if some higher power didn't like her, it kept pushing her down over and over again, not only had she lost her son, he had ended his life voluntarily. Not only had he ended his life voluntarily, he came to hell for that.

Life really wasn't fair and neither death it appeared. Chris was really innocent about this all, if they had done something sooner it wouldn't have happened and her baby boy would still be happy and smiling and making his sarcastic commands that Piper found so charming. She had destroyed his life.

She tried to focus. Beating her up over this over and over again was no use, so she got her attention to the book again. It said there, that they needed 20 candles to call an angel of death. They didn't have as many so Paige and Phoebe had left to go to the store and buy some more.

That left Leo and Piper alone in the attic. They both pretended to be busy though there was nothing to do until Paige and Phoebe returned. They couldn't face each other. They both blamed themselves for their son's death and they were both afraid that the other would blame them, too. Leo for example couldn't stand the thought that Piper would be blaming this on him as well, because he did so enough already. Piper on the other hand knew she was right blaming herself, but she was afraid to hear the words "You failed your son", from someone else. It was a lot easier to tell this to yourself over and over again, than to actually hear it from someone else. What they both weren't aware of was that none of them blamed the other, only themselves..

They spent the waiting time without talking and tried to avoid each other and were both relieved when Paige and Phoebe finally showed up.

"Here we are", Paige said a little too enthusiastically but she didn't mind. They were doing something at last. Summoning an angel of death, that she could handle. The inane silence and self-loathing of everyone in the house including her (maybe except for Wyatt) was too much for her to take.

"So what does the book say?", Phoebe asked. She hadn't bothered to read the page, when she had heard they needed candles she immediately wanted to head to the store and get them. The sooner they had everything the sooner they could save her nephew's soul.

Piper tried to focus and looked again at the page though as often as she had read it in the awkward moment with Leo she almost knew it by heart. "Well, we have to light all the candles and wait for them to burn down completely. That symbolizes the end of live. And once all the candles are out we have to say the summoning spell", she explained.

"Well, burning them down should take a while, so I think it would be best if we start right away", Paige said and got the candles out of the plastic bag she had gotten at the store. Phoebe hurried to find a pack of matches and once she had it she started to go around the candles and lit them right after Paige put them in place. After they were done they looked at the candles. They were quite tall and big so it would take a while till they were completely gone.

"So what do we do in the meantime?", Phoebe asked when no one made any movements.

"I guess we do something to get the time done until it's ready", Piper said uncertainly.

"Well, I think I'll be watching the candles, we wouldn't want to start a fire", Leo said and tried to make himself comfortable on the couch.

"I'll go make some dinner", Piper said. She wasn't too happy about the time they needed to spend waiting now until they could summon the angel of death. And they didn't even know if it would do any good.

What if it didn't? What would she do if she knew he son was being condemned to an existence of eternal pain just because she hadn't cared enough for him? No, we are going to save him, she tried to persuade herself. She didn't want to think about what could be now. No they would save him, they had to. She left the room without another word, trying to drown her fear in the making of a gourmet dinner.

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Some hours later, when it was already dark, Paige found herself walking aimlessly around the house. She had nothing to do, no one to talk to and no real way to let out her pain about her nephew's death. She had cried a lot over the past days, but now she had a feeling she couldn't cry anymore. Because it didn't help him. It did help him if they saved his soul from hell and that was what she was going to do, no matter what it took.

But she couldn't do that yet, not until the candles had burned down what they were doing way to slow for Paige's taste.

When she passed the bedrooms in the second floor for what seemed like the hundredth time, she made a decision.

She wanted to spend a little time with her nephew's memory. She knew she would never really accept that he was gone, but she swore to herself she would never let go of his memory.

When she reached the doorknob of the room both of the boys occupied she hesitated for a moment. But then she got over it. Wyatt wouldn't be there anyway. He was hardly around anymore. As soon as she had thought that it disturbed her to the core. That was how Chris had started. She decided, if her nephew was present she would be talking a little to him. She wanted to avoid making the same mistakes twice.

She sighed and opened the door. When she stepped in the room she was asking herself if she was prepared for all of Chris' memories so soon after this loss. But she was definitely not prepared for what she saw there.

Wyatt was sitting on one of the beds and waved his hand randomly at stuff in Chris' corner, orbing it all away. He had an amused smile on his face and seemed to be lost in thought while he didn't care too much for the stuff he was orbing away.

"What the hell are you doing?", Paige shrieked in shock and stared at him. He stopped waving and looked up to his aunt with an innocent face that seemed to say I have no idea why you're so upset.

"Just making a little room", he said and turned his attention back to Chris' corner where he orbed some pencils off the desk.

"Stop that!", Paige said angrily. She couldn't believe it. Who did he think he was?

"Why?", he asked without any real interest.

"Because I say so. Where are you putting all this?", she said and looked around the room. He had to have been doing this for quite some time. There was hardly anything left that reminded of the room's former occupant.

"Pacific ocean", Wyatt shrugged and turned his attention to examine one of the items on Chris' desk more closely. Somehow he knew his aunt was staring at him with wide eyes not being able to believe what she was hearing.

"Turns out to be a great place to dump stuff", he added smiling. His aunt didn't see his smile though, because his back was turned to her.

"Stuff like what?", Paige asked in disbelief.

"Like old girlfriends", Wyatt said without showing any affection and turned around. As he saw his aunt's shocked face an evil grin crossed his face.

She decided not to believe that last comment. He was probably just showing off to shock her. But something in his behavior made her pretty sure he wasn't kidding. But that was not the point right now. "Orb Chris' stuff back", she commanded and the fury in her voice was very real.

"It's all wet now", he said and made a dismissive gesture with his hands. "Besides, he's dead now, he doesn't need the things anymore anyway."

"That does not give you the right to orb it all away", Paige snapped and became more angry by every second she saw the emotionless and untouched way of Wyatt's dealing with Chris' death.

He just snorted. "So what? The guy obviously didn't want the stuff anymore, he killed himself, so it doesn't matter what happens to it."

"Orb the stuff back here", Paige commanded in a low and threatening voice. She couldn't believe her nephew being this cold, but right now she didn't care. All she cared about was that he did not spit on Chris' memory like that.

"No I won't", he said and grinned at her. He was obviously having fun seeing his aunt so angry.

"Yes, you will", Paige said and got closer to him in a threatening way.

"Hmm, you didn't care for him when he was alive and now his teddy bear is the most important thing you can think of?", He asked, the grin growing ever larger and more evil.

Paige stopped dead in her tracks. He had hit a nerve. She looked at the man in front of her and didn't see the cute little nephew he used to be. She saw what was really there, a cold façade, no emotions behind a mask. She looked at him in a shocked way. He absolutely didn't care for what had happened to his brother.

When he noticed that she didn't answer he moved closer to her. He enjoyed this little game of willpower that he was playing with his aunt. "The truth hurts, doesn't it? But don't be sad, no one misses him anyway. I heard the people in his class are quite happy. Now they have one student less in the class and finally can change the seat order to match their social relations."

Paige took a step back. She didn't want to stand too close to this … monster, who was making her feel even worse than she already did. Because no matter how much she disapproved of the way he was saying it, it was true. And that really hurt.

When he saw her backing away he raised his eyebrows in amusement. He found her behavior quite funny and decided to make her feel more uncomfortable. He came ever closer to her and she was moving away until her back hit the wall. "He was nothing to anyone. No one cared, not even his own mother. Or his aunts. But don't feel bad. I like you no matter what. You always have the support of your living nephew, auntie Paige", he whispered and watched her discomfort with great pleasure.

"That's not true", she finally managed to say. She didn't even exactly know to which of his statements she applied that.

"Don't try to deny it Auntie Paige. We both know the truth", he said still standing much too close to her for her taste. "Besides, you're sexy when you're upset", he breathed into her ear.

Her eyes widened as she realized what he was trying to do. She followed her first instinct and slapped him hard in the face.

She had slapped him once before. She had been very upset at that moment and had mistaken him for a demon. She had felt so guilty then that she spoiled the boy with presents for three weeks to make up for her actions.

But this time she didn't feel guilty at all. She wanted to slap these sick thoughts out of his head. She wanted sweep the devilish grin from his face. She wanted to make him feel sorry. She wanted to counteract whatever caused this behavior and get her sweet gentle caring nephew back.

But it had no impact on him. He didn't even flinch and kept on grinning. "I like resilient women", he said in a low voice that he apparently meant to be sexy that made Paige want to vomit.

"You sick bastard", she hissed and pushed him away. Before she even knew what she was saying she yelled at him, "I wish you were the one dead and not Chris" The second these words left her lips she felt startled at her own behavior. But a look in these uncaring blue eyes like steel confirmed it. She really meant what she said. But he seemed to be untouched by it all.

His not reacting to what she did caused her to have the urge to get away from there. She left the room with some fast steps and slammed the door shut behind her.

When she leaned her back against the door she tried to process it. Her nephew was sick. Really mentally sick. The social worker in her would have felt sorry and tried to find a solution, but the fact that he had just tried to drag her made her feel no pity at all. This was very, very, very wrong.

Wyatt who remained in the room couldn't help but keep the smile on his lips. He had really startled his aunt. And the fun part was he hadn't lied. He had always believed that his aunt was really sexy, even when he didn't really know what this attraction he had towards her meant. She had a fire inside her that both Phoebe and his mother lacked. A fire he found very intriguing.

And he was certain of one thing. Before he took over all power in the universe he would enjoy the pleasures of having such a fiery aunt.

With that thought in mind he shimmered out.

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After a moment of thinking Paige decided not to tell her sisters about the incident. They were both upset enough without a psycho nephew. She told that to herself to disguise the fact that she just couldn't believe what had happened in this room a few minutes ago. She refused to believe that this person she had seen there was her nephew. It was just impossible.

She took a deep breath and tried to regain composure. She tried to convince herself that nothing had happened. To deny the fact that Wyatt was a sick, mad psycho. Maybe she had gotten it wrong. Maybe he didn't mean what he did, maybe he had problems with a girlfriend and that made him act that way. Assuming he didn't orb all his girlfriends to the pacific ocean, Paige added in thought and a shiver ran down her spine. He had joked about that. He must've had.

Phoebe's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Piper, Paige, the candles are all put", she screamed from upstairs.

Immediately Paige pushed all her former thoughts aside and rushed up the stairs to the attic.

There she was met by a very excited Phoebe and a rather scared Leo. He didn't like it that the candles had burned down, because he could never forgive himself if they didn't manage to save him. Unfortunately that was a very likely possibility.

When Piper arrived she was out of breath. She had immediately run all the way from the kitchen up to the attic in less than a minute.

"Read the spell", Phoebe said, completely ignoring her sister's state of exhaustion. She handed her a sheet with the spell, gave one to Paige and took one herself. It wasn't really usual for the Charmed Ones to copy a spell thrice, but Phoebe had been very bored while waiting for the candles to finally burn down.

Risking to draw here your wrath
We summon now the angel of death
We ask you now to display
The one in charge at Chris' dismay.

Phoebe had the feeling whoever had written this thing was a little drunk when doing so, but to her delight the familiar golden glow that came when summoning someone appeared and released someone…

TBC…

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A/N: Personal thanks (for the reviews that needed an answer):

EosHeliosSelene: I'm glad you like it. I hope you like this chapter, too.

Missing Whisper: Yeah I just love to turn Wyatt evil, sorry ;)

Teal-lover: I thought it was a funny way for Wyatt to react, thinking he didn't have time for a funeral. And he gets ever more evil…

IQEnigma: I don't expect you to read this anyway, but I have to confess you're right. The story really isn't that fitting for the characters. That was why I was quite hesitant to continue on writing, but still I did, because this is my most popular story so far. I know it's bad but some others seem to like it, so I decided to keep going.

BlackNightWolf04: You cried? I guess that's a compliment for me, I make people cry! Lol. But there is a reason why I didn't describe what his body looked like. Because I don't have a single freaking idea, sorry . I don't exactly see two weeks old corpses that often. I leave it to your imagination ;)

Calen: Buried alive? Not even I'm that mean. But if you read the part about what Chris does now, I guess you know where he is now. Hope you liked it.

Stony Angel: well yeah, Cole did, I don't know about Angel cause I never saw the series. But I hope you liked this chapter and see, he isn't even in hell, so he doesn't need to get out of it.

Phoebe x-15: Ich schreibe das jetzt in der Hoffnung, dass du Deutsch kannst, aber davon ging ich durch deine Angabe aus, dass du in Österreich lebst. Weißt du, wenn ich nciht in dien Profil geguckt hätte und gesehen hätte, dass du meine Geschichte in den Favoriten hast, hätte ich vielleicht gar nicht weiter geschrieben. Also hast du sozusagen diese Geschichte gerettet. Ich hoffe dir hat dieses Kapitel gefallen.