Hello, thanks for your reviews! I'm always glad to read them.
Jaded: Actually I've written 48 chapters. I'll see, if I'll manage to translate all of them.
Okay, I was a little bit busy lately, but there is the next chapter at last. Hope you'll like it!
27. Chapter
When Prue woke up the next morning, it seemed to her as if the last day was unreal. First her crazy nightmare, then the high temperature and Zadie's ritual and at least she had admitted, that she loved Cole. Did everything really happen? She hesitated, but then she looked aside and saw Cole lying beside her. He was sleeping deeply and fully dressed.
Prue couldn't help smiling, everything had to be true, she thought rather satisfied and stopped immediately. She remembered in surprise, what she had actually planned for her life, when she had arrived here. She wanted to make possible a perfect life for Danny. She wanted to take the town by storm to become a famous photographer, who could work at home. And most of all she had planned to fall in love with a fascinating man who would idolize her and marry her and who would be an ideal father for Danny.
And now she was lying here, still working for the paper and nevertheless she was overjoyed that the discarded ex-husband of her little sister, who was over an inglorious career as a demon and who actually just causes problems, was lying beside her. Yes, plans could change very much, she thought with a satisfied smile on her face and bent forward to awaken him by kissing.
"Hey, good morning." Cole murmured, still a little drowsy and answered her kiss.
"Hello, I just wanted to see, if you aren't one of my feverish ravings." She explained smiling.
"No, I'm not." he said and looked at her searching, while he ran his fingers through his tousled hair.
"Good!" Prue said with a satisfied nod.
"Yes?" Cole wanted to know a little surprised and leaned back to look into her eyes.
"Yes, of course. It's complicated, but good." She explained firmly.
Cole grinned. "Year, I agree with you." he said and leaned forward to kiss her. But then he stopped and looked at her thoughtfully. "How are you feeling at all, is everything alright again?"
Prue nodded. "Yes, as if I'd never been ill." She explained in surprise and looked at the watch. "What time is it?"
"Who cares? It doesn't matter." Cole said and wanted to kiss her again, but Prue leaned back.
"We have to go to work, haven't we?"
Cole shook his head. "No, Amy called the office to ring you in sick yesterday and I'm sure they won't expect you today."
"Oh, that's great." Prue gave him a satisfied grin. "And what's the matter with you?"
Cole shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? Do you think I wanted to talk to Wingrove yesterday? No way."
"Mm, so you don't know, if you are still working for him?" She wanted to know.
"No, why are you interested in it?" He asked in surprise.
"I don't know, I'd just like to know, Wingrove's future plans." Prue said thoughtfully.
But before they could go on talking, someone knocked at the door. Prue asked her to come in and Amy opened the door cautiously. "I didn't want to disturb you, but I heard some voices." She explained. "And so I just wanted to see, if you are alright again."
"Yes, I'm very well again." Prue told her.
"I see." Amy said and smiled, when she saw both together in Prue's bed. "I'm so glad. And I've already prepared breakfast." She explained and looked for the tray. When she saw that nobody has eaten anything, she sighed. "You must be starving, finally you didn't eat anything yesterday."
Prue nodded. "You're right. Thanks Amy, we'll come downstairs soon."
Satisfied Amy took the tray and left the room. Prue looked after her and shook her head. "If Amy is living here for a while, my clothes won't fit me anymore soon."
"I know something to compensate it." Cole said and kissed Prue passionately.
Prue flung her arms around his neck and threw herself onto the bed, when the door bell was ringing.
Annoyed Prue got away from Cole and looked at the door. "Who can it be, so early in the morning?"
"I'll open the door." Amy shouted from downstairs and rushed to the door. When she opened it, she was up against a gigantic bunch of flowers.
Vivian Wingrove appeared behind it. "Oh, Amy, what are you doing here?" she asked in surprise and entered the hall.
"I'm living here." Amy explained coldly and closed the door behind her. "But what do you want here?"
"I'd like to talk to Prue. Does she already get up?" Vivian looked around in the hall and stopped non-plussed, when she saw the smashed grandfather clock. "Goodness, me" she said. "What's happened here?"
"Nothing, that's none of your business." Amy said and led Vivian into the winter garden. "Wait here, I'll ask Prue, if she wants to see you."
Meanwhile Prue had dressed up and listened at the door.
"Probably it's just the mailman." Cole pointed out. He was still lying on the bed. "Come on, it's nothing."
"I don't know," Prue opened the door and listened intently. Finally she closed the door again and turned to Cole. "I'm sure that it's Vivian's voice." she explained in surprise.
"What? Does she really dare to come here?" Cole asked angrily and got up.
Prue shrugged her shoulders. "Perhaps she wants to find out, if she has the go-ahead now." She explained calmly, although she was seething with rage inside. She didn't know, what she'd do, if she faced Vivian.
"That isn't very funny." Cole replied. "I'd never thought, that she'd dare to come near the house, after what I've told her yesterday."
"Did you threaten her?" Prue asked and couldn't resist a satisfied smile.
"No, not really. I just gave her a fright." Cole informed her.
In this moment Amy opened the door and looked into the room. "Vivian is here." She explained and looked at Prue. "She'd like to talk to you."
Prue shook her head in disbelief. "What is she thinking of?" She wondered. "But so what, tell her, that I'll come in a minute." She took a deep breath and looked at Cole. Although he had slept in his clothes all night, it didn't damage his attractiveness. Therefore she asked. "Will you come with me?"
"Of course!" Cole grinned. "I don't want to miss it."
They went downstairs together and entered the winter garden. When Vivian heard someone coming, she jumped up immediately and walked to the door with the gigantic bouquet in her hand. "Prue, my dear, I was shocked to hear, what's happened to you." She told her and tried to look sympathetically. Then she wanted to give Prue the flowers. "Here, that's for you. And I really hope you're feeling better now."
"Oh, really?"Prue flashed a look of contempt at her and ignored the flowers. She kept standing with her arms folded and watched Vivian coldly.
"Well yes, of course I worried about you." Vivian affirmed and looked around helplessly. Finally her eyes fell onto Amy and she asked joyfully. "Amy, my dear, do me a favour and take the flowers, they need some water, will you?" She held the bunch of flowers out to Amy.
Amy groaned and took the flowers, then she went into the kitchen to search for a vase.
"It's really nice of you, that you've allowed her to live with you." Vivian said smiling.
"Well, Amy isn't the reason why you are here, is she?" Prue cut her off. She'd love to just hit her into her smiling face.
"No, I want to tell you, that I've told Petersen about your illness. And I managed to get you off for the rest of the week." she explained satisfied. "So you can take a proper break until you're really fit to go to work again."
"That's so nice of you." Prue said ironically. "And I thought, you'd like to find out, if your spell has worked."
"No, no, that was just a misunderstanding, Cole has got me wrong." Vivian explained smitten with remorse, while she gave Cole a frightened look. "I was angry on you and therefore I did something stupid. But I was convinced, that Voodoo is just superstition and nothing else." She forced a smile. "And it certainly looks like nothing worse has happened and we can make it up now."
Prue looked at her in disbelief. "Are you serious?" she asked shaking her head, Vivian couldn't believe that she would buy that. "You've nearly killed me with your stupid curse and now you believe everything is alright again, because I didn't die?"
"I'm so sorry Prue, but you have to believe me, that I didn't want to do you harm. And I promise you, my father will take Belva to task. She can't do anything like that, she is dangerous." She was indignant. "I never really thought, that it could work."
"Well," Cole said with a satisfied grin. "I suppose, soon you'll experience it first-hand."
Prue looked at him asking, but then she grinned. "Yes Vivian, every spell has it's own price." She explained in a serious voice. "I hope you knew it, at least."
"But I didn't want to harm anybody." she whined.
"That's a good one, Vivian. Do you really think, I believe you?" Prue asked scornfully. "Or do you think your curse has taken a part of my mind?"
"I apologize to you, but I don't know what else I should do." Vivian was desperate. "And you aren't an innocent little angel, either."
"Oh, do you want to tell me, that I always have to look out for someone who wants to see me dead in the future just because I'm not the epitome of friendliness?" Prue wanted to know.
"No, I didn't mean it like that." Vivian tried to justify herself and groaned. "And as I already told you, I won't get involved in it ever again. I just wanted to mention it."
"You'd do well to do it." Prue said coldly.
Vivian nodded full of remorse. "I've learnt my lesson." she explained and looked at the door. "I think I'd better go now."
"Good idea!" Cole said and led her to the exit.
Vivian followed him and stopped in front of the door. "Oh, Cole I want to tell you, that I've told my father, why you couldn't work yesterday. But if Prue is feeling better, then he'd like to talk to you."
Cole nodded. "I'll call him."
"He'd really like to meet you just this afternoon." Vivian explained. "If you can arrange it at 2 o'clock in his office."
"We'll see." Cole said rather unenthusiastically.
"Great. I hope everything will sort itself out." Vivian said and looked back through the door to Prue. "You can't imagine, how glad I am, that Prue is feeling better. If something worse had happened to her, no it's too dreadful to think about it. I would never have forgiven myself."
"Mm." Cole let out scornfully and opened the door. Vivian left the house and got into her car. Cole looked after her until she was gone.
Then he went back into the hall, where Amy was just coming out of the kitchen with the flowers.
"Is Vivian already gone?" she asked in surprise
"Yes, she just wanted to ease her conscience." He suggested angrily, although it was more likely, that she wanted to improve her situation, if the curse came back to her.
"But the flowers are beautiful." Amy said and placed the bouquet on the little table in the hall. "And now we can finally have breakfast."
Cole nodded and looked at Prue, who was coming out of the winter garden. When she saw the flowers, she walked to them furiously.
"I haven't found the right vase for the flowers, therefore I've put them into the bucket." Amy said in excuse.
"You shouldn't have done it." Prue explained and swept the flowers with a gesture away onto the ground. "I don't want them in my house."
"But Prue!" Amy was shocked and picked the flowers up. "It's not the poor flowers fault, that Vivian has bought them." She stated and shook her head.
"No, but who knows, perhaps she had given me a curse towards it." Prue told her.
"Now you exaggerate." Amy stated and put the flowers back into the bucket. "The poor flowers. You can't throw them away, just because Vivian is a stupid bitch."
"Great, then put them into your room, I don't want to see them anymore." Prue said.
"Okay!" Amy took the bucket and disappeared upstairs. Prue looked after her shaking her head and walked back into the dining room.
Cole followed her grinning. "It's a pity, that Adam wasn't another religion." He said and when Prue cast an asking look at him, he continued. "Amy would have been a perfect wife of a vicar. She loves to cook and to bake and she protects flowers as well."
"Vivian can count herself lucky, that I just got at her flowers." Prue explained furiously. "Actually I'd like to wring her neck."
Cole smiled. "I know this feeling very well."
In the afternoon, Cole set off for his meeting with Edward Wingrove. He said goodbye to his son and sat down onto the sofa, beside Prue. "Are you absolutely sure, that I can leave you alone?" He wanted to know thoughtfully and looked at her attentively.
"Of course." she explained firmly. "I'm feeling better and I can take care of myself."
"Mm, I'm not so sure about it." Cole said smiling and bent forward to kiss her.
Prue kissed him back and looked at him thoughtfully. "Now go for it!" She told him firmly. "The earlier you set off, the earlier you'll be back again."
Cole grinned. "Well, finally that's a damn good argument." he said and kissed her again.
Prue leaned back smiling. "Go for it, I'm curious, what Wingrove will tell you."
"He'll fire me!" Cole suggested and shrugged his shoulders.
Prue shook her head. "No, I don't think so. Not after Vivian's scene today. I think they are afraid of something or someone."
"Okay." Cole explained reluctantly and kissed Prue goodbye. He looked her into the eyes and said in a low voice. "I love you."
Prue gave him a satisfied smile. His statement still sounded a little bit unfamiliar to her, but it made her happy, although she still doubted somehow, if she really did the right thing. "Great!" She answered.
Cole shook his head in amusement. "You still have to work on your answer." He explained ironically and stood up. "But you'll have some time to to work it out, when I'm gone."
Prue looked after him and on a sudden impulse she called him back again. "Cole!" she said and stood up to follow him into the hall.
Cole stopped in surprise at the door and turned around. "What? Do you really want to tell me anything else?"
Prue walked to him and smiled. "Be careful okay, you can't trust any of the Wingroves, I know it just too well."
"Don't worry, I can handle Wingrove." he grinned. "You won't get rid of me so easily."
"Well hopefully." Prue said. She looked after him thoughtfully and heard the door slam shut. She had a funny feeling to let him go, she was anxious. But she was sure, that the only reason could be everything what's occured lately. She decided that it was stupid to watch the door all the time until he'd come back, therefore she turned around and searched for Amy. She hadn't seen her all day and finally she found her in her room. Vivian's flowers were standing in front of the window and the sun was shining on every single petal.
"They are too good to throw them away, aren't they?" Amy wanted to know.
Prue shrugged her shoulders and sat down on the bed beside Amy. "The flowers remind me of Vivian, no matter how beautiful they are." She explained and looked at Amy. "But you can have them, if you like."
"Thanks!" Amy replied and looked back to the window. "I can't stand it to throw away living things."
Prue nodded. "It's okay. But actually I am here for another reason." She explained. "I would like to know, where you've bought the disinhibited potion?"
Amy looked at her sceptically. "I made it on my own, why?"
"Okay, that's great, but where did you buy the ingredients?" Prue wanted to know.
"I've bought them in a small shop at the edge of the French Quarter." Amy explained. "Mrs. Turner recommended it to me."
Prue gave her a satisfied look. "That's even better, than I thought." she said. "You won't mind to show me the shop, will you? I have to buy some things."
Amy frowned. "Why?"
"Because I'd like to be able to defend myself. Okay, I don't have our Book of Shadows anymore and no power of Three, but nevertheless I'm a witch and I know enough of magic to defend myself." She stood up forcefully. "So come on."
"And you are feeling good enough? Don't you want to relax?" Amy wanted to know. "I don't think that Cole..."
"Cole isn't here and it's my own decision. I know better than anyone else, if I'm able to go shopping or if I'm not." She informed Amy firmly.
Soon later Prue, Amy and Danny were on their way to the French Quarter. When they arrived there, Amy had to orientate herself, but then they found the magic shop without any problem. Prue could park the car near the shop and they got off. They walked back to the shop, located in a side street. The entrance was hidden behind a newsstand of a kiosk and it could escape promenader's notice easily. Amy and Prue entered the little shop through a pearl curtain.
Inside the shop, Prue could see all the familiar magical utensils, herbs and other things. Thoughtfully she looked around. It was still strange for her to be faced with magic in her new life. But she had to accept that it was necessary to be prepared. She had to protect herself and her family.
Amy carrying Danny on her arm, stopped in the entrance, while Prue walked through the shop. Nobody else was there and funnily she even couldn't make out a saleswoman. Prue took a shopping basket and started to examine the herbs. Finally she put the first herbs into the basket, but when she had started, there was no holding back. She put everything, what seemed to be useful, into the basket. When the basket was half-full, she went back to Amy.
"Where is the saleswoman?" Prue wanted to know
Amy grinned. "She'll always come in the moment, when you want to pay." she explained.
Prue cast a sceptical look at her, when her eyes suddenly fell on a few books beside Amy. Prue put down her shopping basket and started to leaf through the books. After a while she sighed and put them back, she hadn't found anything interesting. When she just wanted to turn back to Amy, she found another book. She opened it and just saw an empty white page, she leafed through the book, but there wasn't anything written. "What's that for?" She asked Amy curiously.
But to Prue's surprise Amy didn't answer, but a woman, who appeared from nowhere. "Unfortunately I couldn't find it out, yet." The woman explained and smiled. "And I promise you, I'll give it as a present to the one, who is able to tell me what it's all about."
Prue leafed through the book again, but then she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sorry, but I also can't help you along."
"What a pity." The woman said disappointed and walked back to her cash desk. Prue looked after her, when Amy appeared beside her again.
"The woman is the owner of the shop." she informed Prue and gave her Danny, who reached out for Prue.
"Come here Danny." she said smiling and picked him up, then she looked at Amy again. "Can you take the basket and pay for the things at the cash desk, please." She asked her and tried to take the wallet out of her pocket.
Amy nodded and picked up the basket from the ground. Then she took Prue's money and walked to the cash desk. Meanwhile Prue looked around again with Danny on her arm. Her eyes fell on the strange book again. Probably it was just a sales pitch of the owner, she supposed. Nevertheless she opened it again, but much as she'd like to she couldn't make out anything. Perhaps with a spell, she thought, when she suddenly noticed that Danny held something in his hand. She put the book back onto the shelf and looked at her nephew.
When she realized, what he was holding in his hand, she couldn't help smiling. "Once again a magic wand Danny? Obviously you have a weakness for it, don't you?" She asked in amusement and tried to take the magic wand away from him. "You are too young for it." She told him calmly, but the little boy didn't want to listen and Prue didn't get hold of the wand.
Danny started to cry and waved the wand around. Thereby he touched the mysterious book. And as if by magic a writing appeared on it. Prue looked at Danny in surprise, before she looked back at the book. "The secrets of this book will be brought to light to the attentive reader at the right time. The revealed secret is meant for the reader and just for him." She read.
She still stared at the book, when Amy came back with her hands full. "Okay, we can go now." She told Prue, but Prue shook her head.
"No wait, can you take the things to the car? I still have a few things to do here." She explained Amy.
Amy nodded and disappeared through the pearl curtain, while Prue took the book and walked to the owner of the magic shop. The writing on the book hadn't changed yet and Prue held the book out to her. "Hello, I think I've found the answer." She said satisfied and pointed at the book.
The woman put her glasses on, hanging around her neck on a string, and read the inscription. "That's fascinating." She said and gave Prue and interested look. "I already knew from the beginning, that you'll take the wraps off."
Prue shook her head laughing. "No, that wasn't me, but Danny." she explained and looked at her little nephew proudly.
"Oh, then you'll become a powerful sorcerer, won't you?" the woman asked smiling and stroke his hair. "And as I see, you already have the right magic wand."
The little boy giggled happily, but Prue looked thoughtfully. "Yes, who knows." She finally said quietly, because she didn't know, if she should really be happy about this future prospects.
"I'll give you the book and the magic wand as a present." The woman said meanwhile. "Because it seems as if the book is meant for you."
"Thanks!" Prue said and took the book. "But I'd like to pay for it."
"No, definitely not." The woman shook her head vehemently. "I've promised you and I keep my promises. But I hope to see you as my new customer again soon." She explained for goodbye. "I'd like to know, what the book will reveal to you."
"No problem." Prue said and walked to the door. "I'm sure, you'll see me more often in future." She left the shop and walked back to the car lost in thoughts.
When Cole left the elevator, a few minutes before his meeting with Mr. Wingrove, Isabell Swallow was already waiting for him.
"Mr. Wingrove would like to meet you in his apartment for a private conversation." She told him and led him along the corridor.
Cole looked around in surprise. "Does Mr. Wingrove have an own apartment here?" He asked.
Isabell Swallow nodded. "Yes of course, it's very useful, for example when he has to work any longer." She explained shortly and stopped in front of a hidden elevator.
Cole was astonished, when he saw the elevator. "I really thought, we are already on the top of the building." He said.
"It's just one floor." Isabell explained and keyed a code into the combination lock. The door of the lift opened and Cole entered it.
When the door closed by itself, Cole could see, that Isabell walked back to her desk. Then the elevator went up and stopped just a few seconds later. The door opened and a nervous Edward Wingrove was waiting in front of it.
"Mr. Turner, I'm glad, that you are here." He explained and shook his hand. "Then I suppose your girlfriend is feeling better again."
"Yes, but she doesn't owe it to your daughter." Cole replied coldly.
"Vivian didn't want to harm anybody." Edward Wingrove explained with deep conviction.
"Sure." Cole said ironically, he really had enough of these Wingroves and therefore he asked straight away. "So what do you want from me?"
Edward Wingrove sighed. "I'm so sorry, but I have no choice." He looked at Cole apologizing. "I have to protect my family."
Cole frowned. "I don't know, what you're getting at. Do you want to fire me?" He asked cooly.
"I admire your courage. You call a spade a spade." Wingrove said unhappily. "But that's not the point."
"So what's the problem?" Cole asked in surprise.
"My daughter's welfare and I'm sure you'll understand that I'd do everything for them." Wingrove explained and led Cole to the entrance of the living-room. David Morgan was standing on the other side of the room. He looked through the window onto the town, which was lying to his feet as if it belonged to him.
Before Cole was ready to enter the room, he gave Wingrove a disparaging look. "Do you count Amy as your daughter, too?" He wanted to know in a low voice. "Because obviously she doesn't mean very much to you."
Edward Wingrove was paralyzed with fear. "You ...you know it." he was shocked. "Did you tell..."
Cole had no reason to release Edward Wingrove of his agonizing thoughts. He smiled and got ready to oppose David Morgan. But Edward Wingrove clutched at Cole's arm. "Don't tell him anything about Amy." He implored Cole. "It could be dangerous for her."
Cole gave him a confused look, but it was obvious, that Wingrove was scared by David Morgan. Cole looked at the man standing at the window with his back to them. But suddenly Morgan began to laugh and turned around with his arms folded.
"Don't you want to come in gentlemen?" He asked sneering. "You don't have to stop in the door frame, here is plenty of room left." He pointed at the light living room suite.
"I'll rather let you alone." Edward Wingrove explained and wanted to leave the room quickly, but David Morgan stopped him.
"Oh no, Edward. I'd prefer if you join us." David said maliciously. "You'll enjoy it, so sit down."
Edward Wingrove flopped down into the armchair submissively. "Certainly, as you wish David."
Cole shook his head rather disgusted. "I don't know, why we should talk together, Mr. Morgan."
"Well don't worry, I'll tell you." David Morgan said and walked slowly towards him.
"Don't tell me, that you are still angry, that I've defeated you, are you?" He asked with a self-satisfied grin. "I thought, you were searching for an equal rival."
"You'll never be equal to me." Morgan explained furiously and it was obvious that he'd be chewing on his defeat for a while to come. Nevertheless he managed to calm down finally and smiled nastily. "You are not a patch on me and soon you'll be a tool in my hands."
"Oh, really?" Cole asked amused. "But what on earth makes you think, that you could manage it?"
"Well, probably I should inform you, that my mother is a powerful Voodoo priestess." David Morgan said.
Cole shrugged his shoulders bored. "That's nothing new to me."
"Great, nevertheless you'll be interested to know, that she transmitted her powers onto me. I'm a bokor, a black magician, perhaps you've heard about it." David Morgan explained and smiled arrogantly. "And you'll have the honour to experience my power first-hand."
"No thanks, I'm not interested." Cole replied still completely undeterred.
Morgan ignored Cole's objection. He didn't lose the thread and went on. "Of course even you've heard the term 'Zombie'." He explained pretentiously.
Cole smiled scornfully. "Do you want to transform me into a Zombie?" He wanted to know. "That's interesting, but how will you do it?"
"I'll put you into a state, the world of academe would call 'clinically dead'. Then I'll return a little spark of life to you, but I'll lock up your soul in this bottle." He said satisfied and showed Cole a little bottle with a cork to seal it. He continued with a nasty smile. "Without your soul and your sense, you'll live like a living dead man, you'll have no willpower and you'll carry out my orders like a machine."
"Okay, enjoy yourself." Cole said still smiling in amusement. "But I think, you won't have much fun with me."
"You'll soon be laughing on the other side of your face, if I give you the order for killing your wife and your son." Morgan continued angrily, he liked the smell of human's fear, but he couldn't perceive any when he looked at Cole.
"I tremble all over, but unfortunately you forgot that I don't have a wife." Cole told him with a complacent smile, although Morgan's threat really sent shivers down his spine. He shouldn't underrate David Morgan, because he seemed to be absolutely mad. And Cole had no doubt, that Morgan would carry out his threat. Because now he knew exactly, who was responsible for the harming spell in his bedroom.
"You know very well, whom I mean." Morgan looked at him angrily. "Or didn't you like my little present?"
"So you are answerable for the harming spell in my bedroom, aren't you?" Cole asked coldly and his face clouded over. Actually he'd like to do this idiot in immediately, he thought furiously. The mere thought, what could have happened...
Morgan gave a satisfied laugh. "Yes, but unfortunately I found out, that the little bitch is still alive. But I hope she has got a few painful bruises at least."
Cole tried to restrain himself. It was terribly hard, but when he spoke again, his voice was disciplined and formal. "No!" He explained. "You rejoice too soon, I'm immune to your amateurish spells."
David Morgan looked at him angrily. He had supposed, that Cole Turner would implore for his life, but it seemed as if he didn't realize that he was in danger. This wasn't a revenge to his liking, because actually it was always a pleasure for him to see his victims trembling with fear. If Turner was his slave without will power, he wouldn't understand what happened to him, and David Morgan didn't like this. "You don't know, who I am." He explained furiously, he wouldn't allow anyone to cheat him out of his revenge. He'd let Turner know how his future will look like.
"No, you don't know, who I am." Cole replied coldly. "Do you really think I'm afraid of such a would-be sorcerer like you?" He asked scornfully. "No you aren't good enough." He stated and went to the door. But when he reached it, the door shut in front of his eyes.
"You'll stay here." David Morgan hissed at him angrily, okay, then he wouldn't have a perfect revenge, but he would shut him up. "You'll turn around and drink this drink now." He urged him.
"No I won't do that." Cole explained firmly. He wanted to leave this flat as soon as possible and tried to open the door, but it was locked up. If he just had more confidence in his shimmering power, he thought angrily, then he would leave this place immediately, but he didn't know, where he would end up, therefore he'd just use it if the worst came to the worst. Cole turned around slowly. "Open the door, or I'll do it." He told Morgan very calmly.
"Hardly, I doubt it." David Morgan looked at him with a satisfied smile on his face. He was still holding the cup in his left hand and walked slowly to Cole. He raised his right hand and said. "Soon you won't refuse to drink this nice drink anymore."