Hope you enjoy this chapter, I didn't have homework today so I might be able to write up the 8th chapter by tonite but we shall wait and see. Everything has a purpose it is all part of the Great Design :) If you're reading this then you have already read the other chapters. Which means that you know I do not own Charmed I merely love it and like writing about it. Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Cole was going with his gut instinct. Something an upper level demon rarely does. This could mean danger for Cole. Usually when a demon of more experience and power had any slight reason of checking something out, he sent a lesser demon just in case. Upper-level demons were of course more cunning. Yet in Cole's current mood he was not thinking properly. If only he did he would not be going to the place he was headed to now. For he was headed to a place he was all too familiar with a place close to home for him.
He walked through the grave yard. Leaves rustled around him and the grave markers. He could make out in the distance a small gray building. He believed Phoebe to be somewhere in there. All he could focus on was the thought that the love of his life could be down there. He tried hard not to think about what they might be doing to her. One thought came to Cole's mind that he should have been more conscious of but he brushed it away. Even if demons knew he could contact them from his world, as he had done with Drake, they wouldn't be foolish enough to set a trap for him. Or would they?
Cole slowly headed down the dark murky staircase. He thought he heard a muffled scream and then a thud but he could not be sure. The wind outside had picked up to a howl and leaves began to follow him down the stairwell. He crept down to the last couple of steps and waited. Silence. He couldn't sense any presence there. Then he realized that no matter who was in there, they would probably not be able to see him. With a deep breath Cole walked down the final steps.
There she was. Phoebe. Lying unconscious on one of the coffins. She seemed to be bound and her clothes were torn, matted with blood. Cole forgot to look for the idiot behind this matter. He began to walk over to Phoebe. Seeing her in this condition sent a stream of madness throughout Cole's being. Raising his head towards the ceiling Cole let out a ferocious scream of agony.
"Why, whatever seems to be bothering you?"
No, it couldn't. Slowly Cole lowered his head, opened his eyes and turned to see the speaker. His eyes fell upon someone he had not expected. This someone had heard the scream and could see him that Cole was aware of. And now he was certain. It was all a trap.
Muhaha! Cliffhanger! yay! You can try to guess who it is. I find it painstakingly obvious but then again I am writing the story and have known for a while who it was :) Yay for being the writer. But you know a writer is never fully happy unless they recieve reviews. And if I'm not in a happy mood then the story may not end the way you wish. Muhahaha!