Sorry I took so long to update. Here ya go!
Chapter 3-Hope
"What do you mean?" she ordered out of him.
Without waiting for his answer, she lunged at him with all the strength she had left inside of her body, even as the room began to spin from the dizziness and loss of blood. She had no weapons, but there was no need. She had no reason to live now. She could already feel the life draining from her body, but she refused to go alone. If taking him out meant that she would live for an eternity in Hell then so be it. She would make sure that he rotted as well.
She bit, pinched, scratched, anything she could do to inflict pain upon the creature which had caused the deaths of the most important people in her life. She was too weak for any of the training she had learned. The kicks and punches were too much for her body, but she refused to give up, even as she began to slip away. She was dying, she could feel as her soul began to leave her body but as a last effort, she raised her arms to wrestle him to the ground, but he was able to easily outmaneuver her small body and without warning, she was forced to the wall where she crumpled into a pile on the cavern floor.
"Damn it, Pheobe! This isn't how it was supposed to be!" a voice screamed as Pheobe tried to stand and noticed that her surroundings had changed.
"C. . .Cole," she stammered as tears began to fall from her eyes and she ran into the comfort of his embrace. "I lost her. I'm so sorry. I lost her."
He hadn't meant for any of this to happen. He had only gone to her that night when he was sure she had completely given up on love and on . . . life. He knew what she was contemplating and he couldn't let that happen, so he appeared before her and that one night had given her hope and a future to look forward to, even if he hadn't believed it possible for her to conceive a child on that night. But his past always caught up with him and a rival from some point long ago had decided that getting to Pheobe would be the perfect way to get revenge on the ex-demon who wasn't even sure what he had done to wrong the demon, his love's present husband. It would have been a bad situation no matter what. If he hadn't 've gone to her that night, he was certain that she would have taken her life, something he couldn't bear to think about, but because he did go to her, others were dead, and his love was now stuck in-between life and death all because of his decision.
"Shh. Shh. It's okay," he whispered into her ear as he tried to dry the tears which clung to her face and dripped onto her blood-smeared clothing.
"I'm so sorry. I messed up again. I thought she would shimmer away, that she would be safe," Pheobe continued to cry, unable to breathe from the convulsive sobs which racked her body. "He got her! I didn't save her!"
"It wasn't supposed to be like this. You weren't supposed to end up here. It was supposed to change because of that night. I'm sorry. This is all my fault," he apologized. "You're married to that demon because of me. Your sisters are dead because of me. Wyatt and Chris lost their parents and now you're here all because of me and our daughter is . . . "
He couldn't continue. Paige had been right all along. 'Blood, guts, and pain follow you wherever you go'. Everything he had ever loved, he had destroyed. Even from this God forsaken plane, he was still causing pain.
"I'm sorry," he repeated more forcefully. "You have to go back, Pheobe. You have to live, for your father, for your nephews. They need you."
"But our daughter. I can't do it, Cole," she cried into his chest. "I don't want to live. Don't you understand? Nothing matters anymore. I failed our daughter. I won't fail anyone else."
"Which is why you have to go back," he told her as he held her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"Why can't I just stay with you?" she pleaded.
"Because you don't belong here," he insisted.
"How do you know that?" she questioned him with a serious expression but immediately softened. "It hurts too much to live. I feel like my heart has been ripped to pieces. It hurts to breathe. I just want it to go away. I just want the pain to end."
He just held her, for how long, he couldn't say. Rocking in his arms, she continued to cry and Cole let a few tears of his own fall though he knew that he couldn't get lost in his own pain. He had to be strong for her. He had to force her back, make her see that life was worth living. He refused to allow her to become one of the lost.
"Maybe she'll end up here," Pheobe blissfully hoped as she snuggled closer to Cole. "And we'll all be together."
"No, Pheobe," Cole pulled away from her. "She's not a lost soul. She doesn't belong here and neither do you. Go back. You can't stay here!"
He abruptly stood and walked out of her reach. He wanted more than anything to pull her closer but that would only give her false hope that they could be together. They were of different worlds now and he had to make her see that. She made an effort to pull him to her, but he quickly moved away from her and felt as though he was betraying her by the look in her eyes.
"You can't stay here," he sharply told her again.
"Please Cole. I can't. She won't be there. She's the only reason I fought and I lost her," she broke down into fresh sobs.
"She . . . " he broke off as he closed his eyes and stood silently for a moment before he questioned Pheobe, "Do you feel that?"
"Feel what?" she asked, still too distraught to focus on anything. "I don't feel anything."
"Just close your eyes and focus," he instructed her and when she obeyed, he watched as a smile slowly spread across her lips. "Do you feel it?"
"It feels warm and beautiful. I can. . . I think I can hear her crying," Pheobe explained as her tears began to disappear. "Is that possible?"
"Anything is possible," he informed her as he held out his hand and waited for hers to join it. "Can you tell where it's coming from, where she is?"
"Where she can be close to her daddy, where I felt the closest to you, to our love," Pheobe said as she opened her eyes. "She's at the mausoleum."
They appeared in the dusty, dark place only a second later and the sounds of an unhappy baby girl echoed through the small building. Just hearing her cry made hope fill Pheobe's heart and she was no longer full of despair. She reached over to Cole and caressed his cheek before pulling him into a long kiss, and holding onto each other, she faded from his arms.
So, I hope you liked it and I'm still trying to figure out how to end it happily, but it will be up soon because I feel extremely bad about taking so long to update.
These were the lyrics that inspired this story, kind of a Cole's point of view to Pheobe. It's called NightMinds by Missy Higgins.
You were blessed by a different kind of inner view
It's all magnified
The highs will make you fly
but the lows make you want to die
And I was once there
hanging from that very ledge where you are standing
so I know, it's easier to let go
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